The Ungodly (2007) - full transcript
Mickey is about to get his big break as an amateur filmmaker, from a serial killer who turns him and his camera into 'the perfect witness'.
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[siren wailing]
[distant barking]
[thump]
[woman screams]
No!
[groaning]
[woman groans]
[man] Don't fucking leave me.
[groans]
Don't fucking. Don't--
[thump]
Did you take the cross off
that's been up since you
were a kid?
Put up this sick shit?
Go away, Ma.
Don't "go away" me.
This is my house.
Gino's on the phone.
Gimme that.
You got me worried.
You're
running the streets
all hours again.
I'm not--It's not
what you think, Ma.
Come sit downstairs
with me and watch TV.
I don't watch TV.
Since when?
I'm a film
maker, Ma.
Oh, is that what they
call the unemployed
these days?
Thank you.
A film maker. I'll
be downstairs
making some tea.
It was him.
What?
I followed him
for hours.
You sure?
Gino, listen.
I filmed him
kill somebody.
I--I gotta
see the tapes.
You gotta make copies.
Christ, Mick, what
are you gonna do?
Mick, what are you gonna do?
Meet him.
Thanks for coming.
Uh, and I know
you're probably
wondering..
what I want.
Can I have a cigarette.
Oh, I--
Yeah, sure.
Um, I only
have lights.
I know you-- I
know you only
smoke reds.
So, what do you
want from me?
I'm a film maker.
I wanna do this,
uh, documentary
about, about you.
About what you do.
How'd you find me?
I mean, you're gonna
do what with me?
A documentary.
And if I
don't agree?
I'll send the tape
to the Police.
But if you do,
I won't release it.
You know, until or
if you're caught.
Look.
Children. Digging holes.
Fathers watching
their children.
But who watches
the mothers?
Do you, um,
do you like
children?
I like mothers better.
So, why should
I believe you?
I wanna do
this documentary.
Serial killers,
you know, when
they're caught
the media, you know,
they portray them as--
[muffled voices]
monsters, animals.
I wanna show that,
you know, you're human,
and, you know, show your
thoughts, and you have feelings.
And, um,
I wanna preserve you.
What if I decide my
next victim is you?
I don't fit
your profile.
Hm.
That little red
light means it's
capturing me?
Yeah. Means it's recording.
You brought
a book.
What is it?
Blake, huh?
You read a lot
of philosophy?
Well, you
don't, Mickey?
Mick.
Please, not
Mickey. Mick.
It actually was
one of my majors.
Hm, what college?
You have any favorites?
Philosophers?
You didn't bring me
here to talk philosophy.
How old were you
when you started?
Started what?
Six.
Six?
Can you, uh,
tell me about it?
You never tortured
an animal?
Me? No.
But you read
philosophy.
I don't see
the connection.
Hm.
What kind of
animal was it?
Why don't you
take a guess, Mick?
A dog.
No. A cat.
Very good.
How?
I stoned it
to death.
When I got older, I
nailed them to trees.
You like hearing
about tortures,
don't you?
No.
Yeah, you do.
No.
So, it gave you a sense of power.
Yeah, like you behind
that camera with the
little red light,
in a safe hotel room
with the door open.
You know, what do you
want? You want to hear a
lot of gruesome stories?
Is that what you want?
I can read about those in the newspaper.
They don't
print everything
believe me.
What's with
the eyes?
You take your victim's eyes out.
It's your signature.
They're your
trophies, aren't they?
Where do you
keep them?
You know what?
I have to go.
It's time for me
to feed my cats.
He's a sick
motherfucker.
Nobody's ever done
what I'm doing, Gino.
Yeah. You know why?
Because it's fucking
illegal.
You're in over your head.
You're lucky you've still
got a head!
Now you're acting
like an accomplice.
To what? >> To what?! Yeah, Read me the law.
How about
accomplice after the
fact, to the murder
you caught on tape?
Gino, chill out man. I'm gonna turn his ass in in a couple of days, okay?
He could be out there
hacking people up as
we speak.
I've got the tape
and he knows it.
And he slipped up and he
knows that too because
I tracked him down.
This documentary is gonna launch our careers, man.
You have some better plan
to get out of this shit life?
How many days
before you turn
him in?
Why are you
locking the door?
I always
lock my door.
But you are what people
are afraid could get in.
[meow]
No, baby, no, no, no, no.
Come with daddy.
I know. Look what
I got for her.
Cats, huh?
Just poured some juice.
You care for some?
No, I'm allergic.
What's the baby
jars for?
You allergic
to juice?
Cats.
My eyes water and
my throat is sore.
Oh, uh, Joey,
say hi to Mickey.
Hiya, Mickey.
You've been working almost a half hour.
You gotta make
a decision.
[door buzzer]
Mommy's here.
I wanna stay here.
It's okay, it's okay.
Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna leave this board
exactly the way it is, alright?
I think somebody wants an express ride down them stairs!
[imitates engine]
Say goodbye
to Mickey.
Goodbye, Mickey.
[wood creaks]
Hey.
So, who was that?
It's just some kid I help out
at the hospital once in a while.
It's just rest
in peace bullshit.
An urn.
That's an urn?
Better be.
My mother's ashes are in there.
Your mother?
Well, shall we begin?
Okay, one second.
All right.
How do you choose
which ones?
It's a--
A special glow
they have.
It's as if
they choose me.
What do you mean?
[shouts]
What do I do
with the bodies?
You're askin' me to
pull my pants down,
Mick.
I don't think
that's gonna happen.
Not tonight.
Conscience is
a sickbed.
Under its filthy
sheets lie all of
our fears.
It's not conscience
that prevents men from
killing and raping.
It's the consequence.
Fear of death,
jails, God.
But really
where is he?
Does he hear his name
when they're screaming?
Do they return to him
piece by piece when
I finish with them?
The moment that
God strikes me
down, I'll smile
because I'll believe
in him for the first
time.
[woman on TV]
Is there a
surprise for me?
What are you doing?
Come on
to the back.
What're you gonna
do in there?
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Shh.
Hey, hey.
Listen, listen!
Listen. You don't touch
anybody, you don't hurt
anybody while I'm around,
You understand me?
Shit.
[whispers] She just
got done cooking
breakfast.
Remember to put your
camera on or you'll
miss some good stuff.
Get over here.
Get the fuck
over here.
What the fuck
are you doing?
[shouting]
[woman] You asshole!
Jesus Christ. Who
the hell are you?
That's Mickey.
Oh, hi, Mickey.
Mick.
Meet my big
sister Megan.
What's with
the camera?
He's doing a
movie on me.
On you?
Why?
He's capturing all
my transgressions.
With your heart it's a
wonder you ain't been
canonized a saint by now.
It's the kids, ain't it?
It's the charity stuff.
This is Jimmy with
the cancer kids.
Jimmy playing Santa.
Oh, God.
It's Melissa.
I remember the poor
thing could hardly walk.
This was the last
photo of her.
God bless you, Melissa.
That reminds me. I need to
get some childhood photos
of you.
Here. This is cute.
Jimmy's graduation.
The Jersey shore.
Why is this woman's
face cut out?
I, um,
I wanna show
you something.
Come on.
It all--
It all started here.
Hang on,
Let me focus.
Look.
I thought I would die
and no one would know
what she did to me.
The hours I spent
strapped to these pipes.
My God. If these walls
could talk, they'd cry.
Oh.
What you got there?
[whispers]
The proof
that I was alive.
Jim.
[jumbled voices]
[kid's voice]
I was here.
If someone does find this,
will you please, please
remember me?
Do you remember when I asked
you if you could stop killing?
And you said that if the
seeds, that were.. that
were buried in darkness--
Were never planted, that
I might be able to recapture
the innocence I never had.
I wondered.
Who planted
those seeds?
She took you down and
left you there, huh?
Who? Who told
you that?
Did you take me down
to that cell to justify
what you do?
Not everything is for your
fucking benefit, Mick.
Right. You know, it
just seems that--
Seems like
what? What?
What, do you think
I'm killing my mother?
Yeah, it's obvious. I mean,
in your mind you think you
are,
but in reality you're
killing the innocent.
Do me a favor, all right?
Remove those eight women
from the equation, what
do you got?
Wait, how do you remove eight
women lying in pools of their
own blood
with their eyes
taken out?
Am I beneath
compassion?
What? What
compassion
did you have?
I'm just asking. Just
try to remove them
from the equation.
[shouts] It's not an
equation. It's life!
It's body identifications.
It's funerals. It's families
torn apart!
It's moms takin' sleeping pills
and praying to God that
when they wake up their
daughters are still alive!
You know what's
confusing you?
You see parts of me
in yourself, and that
makes me human.
You're fucking nuts.
No, I'm not nuts!
But you also see
yourself in me,
the potential
we all have.
Potential? Potential
is not action. Action
is what defines us.
You gotta ask
yourself one question.
You gotta ask yourself if
you still want to find the
human behind the monster.
Because if you don't,
this whole documentary
is a waste.
Come on.
Are you hungry?
Yeah. I haven't had an
appetite since I met you.
Do you like pepperoni?
Oh, yeah,
only the cheese.
Coffee?
Thank you!
Jennifer.
Are you Polish?
No. You?
Yeah, a half.
I remember
in the holidays
when I was a kid we would
have huge pots of kabasi
and sauerkraut.
This place has
the best kebasi.
No way. No, my mom's
butcher, Mr. Tomaszewski
hands down the best.
Tomaszewski's?
Yeah. Two blocks
from my house.
Every Tuesday they got these
specials and my Ma, she's
always--
Anyway, they are
the best.
So.
Thank you.
Thanks, guys.
Beautiful eyes.
Huh?
Her eyes.
She's got a perfect
shade of blue that
puts the sky to shame.
My name is Bob
and I'm a, uh,
an alcoholic addict.
I'm coming up on
30 days, and, um--
[applause]
But it ain't easy.
And for days now
I've just been
obsessed, sweating,
and, uh,
I feel like I'm
going out, but, uh,
at least I'm
still here.
I slipped last night.
As many of you know,
I've been wrestling
with it for days.
I still have her blood
underneath my fingernails.
I was hanging out
later than I should.
That look in your eyes as
I'm slowly pushing the
blades into their stomach.
My sponsor tells me,
"Don't beat yourself
up about it.
Just don't do
it today."
My name is Arnold.
I'm a serial killer.
I have one day back.
Damn it. I cut off
part of Frank's hand.
[Mick] Hey, hey you see the footage I dropped off?
Yeah.
Did I tell you?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah, the cellar.
Sinatra had such
eyes. Beautiful eyes.
This man today,
he told me I had
pretty eyes.
You think I
got nice eyes?
I, I got lots of ideas. Yeah, coming right over.
What do you
think so far?
Yeah. Oh, that
looks nice, Ma.
Shit. I need
some more glue.
Who was the guy?
I've never seen
him before.
He was such
a sweetheart.
What'd he look like?
Tall.
I think he
was tall.
And he specifically
complimented you
on your eyes?
Complimented me?
[giggles]
He took my picture.
Said he'd send
me a copy.
Ma, Ma, you didn't give
this guy our address, did you?
Well, it might be
a nice picture.
[shouts] Ma, how
could you do that?!
How could you give a complete
stranger our fucking address?
I don't know! Anyway,
It's not our address.
It's my address!
Holy fuck!
You're drinking
again, ain't you?
That's why you never
stay home with me.
I smell it.
Mothers know.
Why don't you
go to a meeting?
You'll feel better.
I just came from a meeting.
You keep all these windows
and doors locked. You
understand me?!
All of them locked!
[Police radio
transmissions]
Hey, I need to see a
detective right now.
Sign down here.
No. I don't have time for
this bureaucratic bullshit.
Have a seat over
there and I'll see
what I can do for you.
You're hurting
my wrist. Stop it!
[cell phone rings]
I know it was you.
Whoa, whoa. What was me?
You approached
my mother.
I did?
Yeah, yeah.
You motherfucker!
Mickey, calm down. Just tell me what happened?
You know what happened.
What did this guy look like?
It looked like you!
Me? What do I look like?
Yeah, you, you.
You look like you.
You have brownish
hair and tall.
I'm tall?
No.
Guess it wasn't me then.
No, I mean--
You're not tall
to me, but to my
mother you're--
Is your mother real short or something?
No, no, no.
Ma's not short.
Listen, you sick fuck!
I'm calling the shots here
you understand? I still
got those tapes!
Oh, so you do. Guess what I got?
[man] You wanna
see a detective?
Ma. Ma!
Ma.
Ma!
[panting]
What did I do?
What did I do?
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
Where is she?
Get in the car,
Mickey Mouse.
You can fuck with me
but you cannot fuck
with what I love!
What?
You don't love yourself?
Where's my Ma?
Come on.
[siren wails]
Oh, yeah, you're
gonna cry now!
You say anything,
your mother dies.
She fucking dies!
Is there a problem?
Yeah, this fucking
cock sucker.
Calm down.
Use your head, Mick.
Is this any way to treat
someone who cares about
you, who loves you?
I'm talking about your
poor Mom. She's worried
sick about you right now!
You know what? In about one
minute I'm gonna throw the
godamn cuffs on you!
On me?
Let me tell you something
officer! He, he--
I'm waiting.
My brother's off
his meds, officer.
I ain't on no
fucking meds.
Hey! Let go.
Get off now!
Put your hands apart.
Get 'em up.
Get over here.
You got any
weapons on you?
No.
Any drugs?
No drugs?
No.
What the fuck's
wrong with you?
I gotta tell
you something.
You know what, you can
tell me down at the
station, alright?
You stay right there!
Fuck, no.
No, no!
[shouts]
Hey!
Sir, listen. Officer, listen. My brother is all messed up..
Please, let me just
explain you something.
Explain what? Kid is mouthing
off to me. He's gone nuts.
So what am I
supposed to do?
He just got out
of the hospital a
couple of days ago.
Is that my problem?
No, it's not. Just
let me take him
home, please.
I'll take him home.
You know, give him
his meds.
If we have to, we'll
take him to the hopsital.
I'm sorry about this.
Stay here.
Don't move.
All right.
You must be grateful
you got someone
looking after you.
I hope you don't mind,
but I thought I'd grab
at why I took Mom.
[whispers]
Please.
Tell me.
Tell me you didn't--
That you, that
you didn't kill her.
Do you think I
killed your mom?
Don't do this to me.
How does it feel,
Mick, to be a subject?
What do I
have to do?
What do you think
you have to do?
I don't know.
What do you have
that I want?
I don't know.
What brought
us together?
The tape.
And all the other
copies, of course.
No.
No?
No.
Did you ever hear your
mother scream, Mick?
[cries]
Oh, that's good.
Emotion sells.
Oh, I guess no
introductions
are necessary.
Are you out
of your mind?
He's got my mom.
He's got your--
[Gino]
Why is he here?
Get him the fuck out
of here! You weren't
supposed to--
I know, I know.
I wasn't supposed to--
Fuck you, Gino.
He kidnapped my Mom!
Fuck you.
Fuck, fuck you.
Fuck you.
>> He's got
my mom!
Gino what's this?
Come here.
Is that a movie?
Uh, it's his,
his documentary.
The one before.
Before?
Before what?
Before my movie?
I mean, it's, um--
Mickey tells me
you're a good editor.
[girl] I was up to about four or five bags of heroin a day.
He told me
I was blue.
And I felt--
I felt like I was floating
up on the ceiling. Just--
Just looking down on
my lifeless body.
In my soul, I truly believe
my soul left my body.
You know what?
I wasn't even scared.
Just looking down on
my body all sprawled out,
it was
sort of beautiful.
[Mick grunts]
Oh, no, no, no! Come
on! Please, please!!
[cries]
Take it easy.
Come on.
Take it easy.
[cries]
C'mon, we gotta go.
[cries]
Did you kill my mom?
Did you kill my mom?
You killed my mom?
[whines and cries]
Did you kill my--
[cries]
You--
[stammers]
Hi, it's me.
Put her on.
What do you mean who?
The old lady.
I'll wait.
Hold on, sweetheart.
hold on, hold on.
Ma.
[nervous voice]
Mom! How did--
What did they
do to you?
Are you okay?
Give me!
That's as close
as you get for now.
[coughs]
[sobbing]
No.
Nine months
sobriety.
It's a long time away
from someone you love.
Do you still feel
like using?
No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't kill these
people.
Oh, these are
miscellaneous.
Killing alone.
A loner psycho.
How much time you
waste on that one?
What the
fuck is this?
"Victims. Ruth James,
Consuela Roman.
Perhaps following
the Bible."
Oh, I-- okay. These
last names are from
the New Testament.
You gotta be
fucking kidding me.
You have hear of
coincidence, Mick?
[laughs]
This is mine.
These are my
cigarette butts.
Where did you
get this?
This is my
coffee receipt?
Where did
you get this?
You left it
in the garbage.
What garbage?
This documentary
is over.
Where did
you get this?
It's over. You understand
me?! I'm finished!
[shouts]
Stop it! I can't fucking
take it anymore!
Where did
you get this?
Oh, God.
In the park.
What park?
Which one?
Across the street from where
you killed your seventh victim
you sick fuck.
Oh, that's brilliant.
It's because of all
the butts in the cup.
You knew I'd spend the
night watching her through
a window waiting to get in.
But how did you know
which last drop
the receipt came
from? I mean,
there's a bunch?
'Cause bastards like you,
usually kill their first victim
in their own fucking
neighborhood, where
they're comfortable.
So, you went to the
last drop, nearest to
the first victim.
That's the one.
And then what?
Then I matched the time on the
receipt to the time on the
surveillance tape.
They got surveillance
cameras in coffee
shops now?
They do when they've
been robbed twice.
And then you staked
the place out for me.
You--
You are a
genius, Mick.
[whispers]
Let go of me.
You're helping me!
I gotta be
more careful.
I gotta change
my patterns.
[Megan] A happy memory
from Jimmy's childhood?
Well.
[Mick] Megan.
Can I, uh, have one of those?
One?
Two. Two. I got this, um--
Three, actually.
So, um, where
is she now?
Your mother.
Dead.
Was almost a year before
Jimmy stopped screaming
in his sleep.
When did she die?
19, 1990.
July.
Jimmy was--
Was?
Finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
What did she die of?
What do you mean?
She died.
She just died.
People die.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
Then one day she just
stopped breathing.
Ca-can we stop
right now?
'Cause I know a migraine is
coming when I start seeing
white.. white light.
Tell me about
the cellar.
[Little Jimmy shouting]
No, no! [screams, cries]
You know, the walls.
The old bricks.
They're filled
with his
neatly folded screams.
[Little Jimmy]
She's calling me again.
She says this time
[inaudible]
I wanted to stay in it.
I see the light.
Dear God, please,
help my Mommy.
[jumbled voices]
The dirt lives
inside of me.
She says she would
leave me forever.
The angels
live in clouds.
I didn't mean
to touch it.
[jumbled voices
and screams]
[Little Jimmy crying]
[mother shouting]
Stop it. Stop it!
[Little Jimmy
crying and shouting]
[mixed voices]
He left this
note for you.
[woman]
Who is it?
Um, it's, um,
Mick Gravatski.
Who?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um--
Are you the girl,
I'm sorry, the wo--
Are you a waitress?
Yeah. What
do you want?
Did you serve me the
other night at the diner?
Yeah, so?
[girl groans]
[smacking and groaning]
Put these on.
Put the gloves on!
And get the camera.
Now!
[groans]
[shouts]
No, no, no!
Film.
[shouting]
No, no!
Help!
Somebody's coming.
Somebody's coming!
Battery's dead.
My battery's dead.
Replace it.
My battery's dead.
You carry two batteries.
Replace it.
[sobs]
I can't--wait,
Don't do--se.
Don't let me see
you kill her, okay?
We can hear
about it.
Jesus Christ.
Okay, look. I
can't, I can't
use any of this--
Listen to me. Listen, I'm
going to remove the gag.
You look at me, you scream,
I pluck out your eyes.
Jimmy.
Jimmy, please.
Do your fucking job!
You could've turned me in
the first day you found
out who I was.
You could've taken
that tape to the Police.
And if you did, none of
this would be happening.
Please!
Please!
Jimmy, stop man.
Jimmy, look. man.
Do not fucking look
at me. Do not!
[all shout]
No, Jimmy!
[all shout]
Jimmy, no!
No, Jimmy!
No.
[shouts] No, look
what you fucking did!
No, no.
Don't go.
Don't go. Don't go.
Please, don't die yet.
Not yet! Please.
Please, please.
Please, don't fucking
die yet. Please. Please!
Oh, oh!
[pants]
[pants]
[Mick]
Damn! What the--?
That's it?!
Fuck you.
Ma?
Ma, you think
I'm having fun?
There you go, kiddo.
Cute kid.
A few more years
she'll be just my type.
Look, your camera it's
inside. I took it.
Fucking charity
bullshit.
Humanity.
You see, power,
real power
is giving life
and taking it away.
You, uh, you hug a crippled
kid at his birthday party,
and then
you cut people's
eyes out.
You put them
in baby jars..
Fucking bullshit.
Are you coming to my
daughter's birthday party
in a few days, Mickey?
Carolyn is turning 13.
Oh, look at this.
Here she is as a baby.
Only nine months.
Look how pretty she was.
Oh, and here is
a baptism picture.
There's Jimmy.
He was the godfather.
Who's the woman?
It's Ma.
Your mother?
Jimmy's mother?
Oh.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
One day she just died.
Ca-can we
stop right now?
Jimmy was
finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
I got you.
I fucking got you.
I need to film
you again.
Just some
follow-up questions.
Can't it wait unt--
Sit down.
Your mother.
You said she died
in 1990, right?
July.
Right.
Your daughter, she's having
her thirteenth birthday? So
she was born in '92.
Yeah, she's--
Yeah, but your mother, she
was in her baptism photo.
So, how could she be dead
in 1990 and alive in 1992?
That. I was
confused. That--
You said she died of an emphysema?
Yeah. Emphysema.
1993. Now I remember.
Don't you mean
influenza?
That's what you told
me the first time.
I don't know what
this has to do with
Jimmy's charity.
Where's she buried?
Please, Mickey, I'm
seeing a white light--
[yells]
Sit down!
[woman screams]
Don't you fucking
lie to me!
I'm sorry.
Where is she buried?
Potter's field. We
just didn't have
enough money--
That's real fucking convenient!
Is there a
headstone? No.
Where is the grave?
What's the grave number?
I--I don't know.
You don't know.
You don't know!
How can she be buried when Jimmy has her fucking ashes on the shelf?
Does he? Does he have the ashes on the shelf?
Where's the death certificate?
She is dead.
Why are you
doing this to me?
I just can't
remember details.
I swear
on my eyes.
Be careful where
you swear it in.
[Jimmy] He's got a
hell of an arm, Mick.
What the hell
happened?
Oh, nothing,
nothing. I just
got upset.
What'd you
to do her?
I'm just doing
my job, Jimmy.
[woman]
You want '90?
These records only
go back to '94.
Really?
Um, do you think
you could run her
name for me?
Well, it ain't gonna
do no good if she
was here in '90.
I know. It just means so much
to me to find by biological
mother.
Emma Lemac.
Well. Only
cause you have
an honest face.
Thank you.
Um, 2001, May.
Re-admitted for
two months.
But that was
in psychiatric.
Psychiatric?
Mm-hm. But there
was a social worker
assigned to the case.
Really?
Who?
[violin solo]
You hear that?
What?
What? What
are you hearing?
If you'd like to
leave your number Mr--
Gravatski.
I'll pass it along.
That way Mrs. Lemac,
if she is your
biological mother,
can decide whether she
wants to contact you.
Do you keep her
psychiatric file
in this office?
Is there something
I could look at?
That's inappropriate, Mr--
Still Gravatski.
Leave your number
if you like.
Thanks for your
lack of help.
[alarm beeps]
[cell phone rings]
Jimmy. Hey, yeah.
I can't talk right now.
Sure. Uh, yeah, just
tell me what time.
Okay, yes. I wo--
I won't be late.
Makes them think
they're dead you old bitch.
[violin solo]
I ain't surprised you're
investigatin' that social
worker.
I knew she wasn't
right by her eyes.
What the fuck
are you doing?
She was very
inappropriate
with me.
She wasn't listening
to nothin' I was sayin'.
I found her.
I found your mother.
What?
Who the hell is this?
Whose ashes are these?
Not hers.
Your games
are gonna kill you.
Do you know what I'm capable of?
People.
These people that come.
They don't care, about
nobody.
[coughs]
You'll let me
get rid of her?
The girl.
I'll just take
care of it.
She was touching your
boy you said, huh?
But I wonder what
they did to deserve it.
Who the fuck
is this, Meg?
Are there even ashes in
here Meg? Are there even
ashes? >> No! No!
Stop!
You knew she
was alive.
You knew she was
alive. You knew it.
[sobs]
I did it for
you, Jimmy.
What, lie to me?
I did it so you
could move on!
How the fuck
have I moved on?
Don't hurt her.
Get off of me!
Get the fuck off me!
No!
Have I ever hurt anybody
in this house? Ever?
Why? Why did you
have to do this?
Why did you have
to tell him?
Oh, God.
Jimmy, Jimmy.
I swear. I swear I
was just trying to
protect you.
You tried to protect me all
this time? All this time this
woman was alive!
She was breathing in
the same fucking city!
You. You motherfucker!
Take me to her. Take me now!
You give me
my Ma.
And I'll give
you yours.
The attic.
What?
Ma! Ma?
Ma.
Ma. Ma.
It's me.
Ma, it's Mickey.
What did you
do to her?
Give me.
I'm gonna give her a lethal
dose if you don't take me
where I gotta go!
I'm not leaving
without my mom.
She's okay.
She's alive.
She's not okay.
She's a fucking zombie.
Mom, c'mon, we're
gonna go home.
Let's go.
I just wanna
take my mom.
Listen to me, you--
Carolyn knows exactly
what to give her.
And she knows exactly what
not to give her.
Unless I call and
tell her otherwise.
You fulfill your end of the
bargain, and you get her back.
[heavy metal music]
Go straight.
[inaudible]
Don't jerk
the wheel.
Fingernails.
Don't jerk
the fuckin' wheel.
Fuck, Fuck!
You wanna stay out of
my fucking business?
Go to the right.
Make a right.
Oh, fuck.
How could you?
You fucking junkie!
Yeah, you're a real contribution
to society yourself.
Where is it?
Right...there.
There. Which one?
This one, that one?
Which one, you
junkie fuck?
21 Polito.
Is she really
in there?
C'mon, go ahead knock.
This is the door.
Knock.
I just did.
Harder.
Keep it up,
you fuck.
Okay, okay.
I thought you
said she was
here.
She was.
If this is a fucking set up,
I swear to fuck--
It's not my fault
if she drags ass to
the fucking store.
What you want?
It ain't her.
Who are you?
Is Emma Lemac here?
You haven't heard?
Poor thing.
The ambulance took her
off to the hospital.
She ain't dead,
is she?
What?
Is she dead?
Sorry, my hearing.
Is she dead?
No, thank God.
Which hospital?
Hospital.
Which one.
Saint Mary's.
Or was it
Saint John's?
I get my saints
mixed up.
Saint Mary's. Yeah.
Thank you.
[tires screech]
[woman]
Can I help you?
Sir?
We're looking for the room
number of, of Emma Lemac.
Uh.
6030. It's the
elevator that way.
[elevator bell]
[elevator bell]
[bell]
[beep from monitor]
This is it.
Jimmy.
Is that really you?
All grown up.
Come closer.
Closer.
I thought about you
all these years.
I dream of seeing you.
What did you
come here for?
Jim, what the fuck are
you doing, that's just
the oxygen.
[coughs]
Finally found
your courage.
When I'm an old lady
on my deathbed
you come to judge me?
How dare you?
I brought you in
to this world.
I'm gonna take
you out.
Here.
Doing me a favor.
[coughs]
Do it!
Kill me.
Be a man.
Be a man for once in your goddamn life!
[coughs]
Jimmy. C'mon,
Jimmy, do this
or let's get the
fuck outta here.
C'mon, we gotta get
get out of here. We
gotta get out of here now.
You, you do it.
What?
Kill her.
I can't.
No, let's go.
You leave this room,
I call Carolyn. Your
mother'll be dead.
She'll be cold by the
time you get there.
This is never gonna end.
It's just gonna keep going
on and on and on and
on and on and on
and on and on and on.
I'll call the police.
I'll turn myself
in to the police.
I'll do anything you want.
I just need to
see her die.
Jimmy, you're worthless.
Even for this.
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Listen, you old bitch. I
know what you are, you
understand me?
[Jimmy]
Do it!
No!
Go ahead, boy. Jimmy
ain't got the guts!
Jesus Christ.
Please, just do it.
Please. Just kill her.
[chuckles]
Cry, boy.
I always loved
to hear you cry.
[mocking]
Please. Please.
Please. Please.
Please!
[fast beeping]
[shouts]
No!
[normal beeping]
[continuous beep]
[alarm goes off]
[over loudspeaker]
Call code. Sixth floor. 6030.
[Mick] Can you stop?
Are you asking me
if I can be cured?
A cure is
inconceivable to them
because the crimes
are too unforgivable.
They simply want
people like us dead.
But death
doesn't end evil.
Merely sets it free.
Are you evil?
If I choose to take
responsiblity for
what I've done.
Do you?
Do you?
[heavy rock music]
[siren wailing]
[distant barking]
[thump]
[woman screams]
No!
[groaning]
[woman groans]
[man] Don't fucking leave me.
[groans]
Don't fucking. Don't--
[thump]
Did you take the cross off
that's been up since you
were a kid?
Put up this sick shit?
Go away, Ma.
Don't "go away" me.
This is my house.
Gino's on the phone.
Gimme that.
You got me worried.
You're
running the streets
all hours again.
I'm not--It's not
what you think, Ma.
Come sit downstairs
with me and watch TV.
I don't watch TV.
Since when?
I'm a film
maker, Ma.
Oh, is that what they
call the unemployed
these days?
Thank you.
A film maker. I'll
be downstairs
making some tea.
It was him.
What?
I followed him
for hours.
You sure?
Gino, listen.
I filmed him
kill somebody.
I--I gotta
see the tapes.
You gotta make copies.
Christ, Mick, what
are you gonna do?
Mick, what are you gonna do?
Meet him.
Thanks for coming.
Uh, and I know
you're probably
wondering..
what I want.
Can I have a cigarette.
Oh, I--
Yeah, sure.
Um, I only
have lights.
I know you-- I
know you only
smoke reds.
So, what do you
want from me?
I'm a film maker.
I wanna do this,
uh, documentary
about, about you.
About what you do.
How'd you find me?
I mean, you're gonna
do what with me?
A documentary.
And if I
don't agree?
I'll send the tape
to the Police.
But if you do,
I won't release it.
You know, until or
if you're caught.
Look.
Children. Digging holes.
Fathers watching
their children.
But who watches
the mothers?
Do you, um,
do you like
children?
I like mothers better.
So, why should
I believe you?
I wanna do
this documentary.
Serial killers,
you know, when
they're caught
the media, you know,
they portray them as--
[muffled voices]
monsters, animals.
I wanna show that,
you know, you're human,
and, you know, show your
thoughts, and you have feelings.
And, um,
I wanna preserve you.
What if I decide my
next victim is you?
I don't fit
your profile.
Hm.
That little red
light means it's
capturing me?
Yeah. Means it's recording.
You brought
a book.
What is it?
Blake, huh?
You read a lot
of philosophy?
Well, you
don't, Mickey?
Mick.
Please, not
Mickey. Mick.
It actually was
one of my majors.
Hm, what college?
You have any favorites?
Philosophers?
You didn't bring me
here to talk philosophy.
How old were you
when you started?
Started what?
Six.
Six?
Can you, uh,
tell me about it?
You never tortured
an animal?
Me? No.
But you read
philosophy.
I don't see
the connection.
Hm.
What kind of
animal was it?
Why don't you
take a guess, Mick?
A dog.
No. A cat.
Very good.
How?
I stoned it
to death.
When I got older, I
nailed them to trees.
You like hearing
about tortures,
don't you?
No.
Yeah, you do.
No.
So, it gave you a sense of power.
Yeah, like you behind
that camera with the
little red light,
in a safe hotel room
with the door open.
You know, what do you
want? You want to hear a
lot of gruesome stories?
Is that what you want?
I can read about those in the newspaper.
They don't
print everything
believe me.
What's with
the eyes?
You take your victim's eyes out.
It's your signature.
They're your
trophies, aren't they?
Where do you
keep them?
You know what?
I have to go.
It's time for me
to feed my cats.
He's a sick
motherfucker.
Nobody's ever done
what I'm doing, Gino.
Yeah. You know why?
Because it's fucking
illegal.
You're in over your head.
You're lucky you've still
got a head!
Now you're acting
like an accomplice.
To what? >> To what?! Yeah, Read me the law.
How about
accomplice after the
fact, to the murder
you caught on tape?
Gino, chill out man. I'm gonna turn his ass in in a couple of days, okay?
He could be out there
hacking people up as
we speak.
I've got the tape
and he knows it.
And he slipped up and he
knows that too because
I tracked him down.
This documentary is gonna launch our careers, man.
You have some better plan
to get out of this shit life?
How many days
before you turn
him in?
Why are you
locking the door?
I always
lock my door.
But you are what people
are afraid could get in.
[meow]
No, baby, no, no, no, no.
Come with daddy.
I know. Look what
I got for her.
Cats, huh?
Just poured some juice.
You care for some?
No, I'm allergic.
What's the baby
jars for?
You allergic
to juice?
Cats.
My eyes water and
my throat is sore.
Oh, uh, Joey,
say hi to Mickey.
Hiya, Mickey.
You've been working almost a half hour.
You gotta make
a decision.
[door buzzer]
Mommy's here.
I wanna stay here.
It's okay, it's okay.
Tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna leave this board
exactly the way it is, alright?
I think somebody wants an express ride down them stairs!
[imitates engine]
Say goodbye
to Mickey.
Goodbye, Mickey.
[wood creaks]
Hey.
So, who was that?
It's just some kid I help out
at the hospital once in a while.
It's just rest
in peace bullshit.
An urn.
That's an urn?
Better be.
My mother's ashes are in there.
Your mother?
Well, shall we begin?
Okay, one second.
All right.
How do you choose
which ones?
It's a--
A special glow
they have.
It's as if
they choose me.
What do you mean?
[shouts]
What do I do
with the bodies?
You're askin' me to
pull my pants down,
Mick.
I don't think
that's gonna happen.
Not tonight.
Conscience is
a sickbed.
Under its filthy
sheets lie all of
our fears.
It's not conscience
that prevents men from
killing and raping.
It's the consequence.
Fear of death,
jails, God.
But really
where is he?
Does he hear his name
when they're screaming?
Do they return to him
piece by piece when
I finish with them?
The moment that
God strikes me
down, I'll smile
because I'll believe
in him for the first
time.
[woman on TV]
Is there a
surprise for me?
What are you doing?
Come on
to the back.
What're you gonna
do in there?
Hey.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Shh.
Hey, hey.
Listen, listen!
Listen. You don't touch
anybody, you don't hurt
anybody while I'm around,
You understand me?
Shit.
[whispers] She just
got done cooking
breakfast.
Remember to put your
camera on or you'll
miss some good stuff.
Get over here.
Get the fuck
over here.
What the fuck
are you doing?
[shouting]
[woman] You asshole!
Jesus Christ. Who
the hell are you?
That's Mickey.
Oh, hi, Mickey.
Mick.
Meet my big
sister Megan.
What's with
the camera?
He's doing a
movie on me.
On you?
Why?
He's capturing all
my transgressions.
With your heart it's a
wonder you ain't been
canonized a saint by now.
It's the kids, ain't it?
It's the charity stuff.
This is Jimmy with
the cancer kids.
Jimmy playing Santa.
Oh, God.
It's Melissa.
I remember the poor
thing could hardly walk.
This was the last
photo of her.
God bless you, Melissa.
That reminds me. I need to
get some childhood photos
of you.
Here. This is cute.
Jimmy's graduation.
The Jersey shore.
Why is this woman's
face cut out?
I, um,
I wanna show
you something.
Come on.
It all--
It all started here.
Hang on,
Let me focus.
Look.
I thought I would die
and no one would know
what she did to me.
The hours I spent
strapped to these pipes.
My God. If these walls
could talk, they'd cry.
Oh.
What you got there?
[whispers]
The proof
that I was alive.
Jim.
[jumbled voices]
[kid's voice]
I was here.
If someone does find this,
will you please, please
remember me?
Do you remember when I asked
you if you could stop killing?
And you said that if the
seeds, that were.. that
were buried in darkness--
Were never planted, that
I might be able to recapture
the innocence I never had.
I wondered.
Who planted
those seeds?
She took you down and
left you there, huh?
Who? Who told
you that?
Did you take me down
to that cell to justify
what you do?
Not everything is for your
fucking benefit, Mick.
Right. You know, it
just seems that--
Seems like
what? What?
What, do you think
I'm killing my mother?
Yeah, it's obvious. I mean,
in your mind you think you
are,
but in reality you're
killing the innocent.
Do me a favor, all right?
Remove those eight women
from the equation, what
do you got?
Wait, how do you remove eight
women lying in pools of their
own blood
with their eyes
taken out?
Am I beneath
compassion?
What? What
compassion
did you have?
I'm just asking. Just
try to remove them
from the equation.
[shouts] It's not an
equation. It's life!
It's body identifications.
It's funerals. It's families
torn apart!
It's moms takin' sleeping pills
and praying to God that
when they wake up their
daughters are still alive!
You know what's
confusing you?
You see parts of me
in yourself, and that
makes me human.
You're fucking nuts.
No, I'm not nuts!
But you also see
yourself in me,
the potential
we all have.
Potential? Potential
is not action. Action
is what defines us.
You gotta ask
yourself one question.
You gotta ask yourself if
you still want to find the
human behind the monster.
Because if you don't,
this whole documentary
is a waste.
Come on.
Are you hungry?
Yeah. I haven't had an
appetite since I met you.
Do you like pepperoni?
Oh, yeah,
only the cheese.
Coffee?
Thank you!
Jennifer.
Are you Polish?
No. You?
Yeah, a half.
I remember
in the holidays
when I was a kid we would
have huge pots of kabasi
and sauerkraut.
This place has
the best kebasi.
No way. No, my mom's
butcher, Mr. Tomaszewski
hands down the best.
Tomaszewski's?
Yeah. Two blocks
from my house.
Every Tuesday they got these
specials and my Ma, she's
always--
Anyway, they are
the best.
So.
Thank you.
Thanks, guys.
Beautiful eyes.
Huh?
Her eyes.
She's got a perfect
shade of blue that
puts the sky to shame.
My name is Bob
and I'm a, uh,
an alcoholic addict.
I'm coming up on
30 days, and, um--
[applause]
But it ain't easy.
And for days now
I've just been
obsessed, sweating,
and, uh,
I feel like I'm
going out, but, uh,
at least I'm
still here.
I slipped last night.
As many of you know,
I've been wrestling
with it for days.
I still have her blood
underneath my fingernails.
I was hanging out
later than I should.
That look in your eyes as
I'm slowly pushing the
blades into their stomach.
My sponsor tells me,
"Don't beat yourself
up about it.
Just don't do
it today."
My name is Arnold.
I'm a serial killer.
I have one day back.
Damn it. I cut off
part of Frank's hand.
[Mick] Hey, hey you see the footage I dropped off?
Yeah.
Did I tell you?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah, the cellar.
Sinatra had such
eyes. Beautiful eyes.
This man today,
he told me I had
pretty eyes.
You think I
got nice eyes?
I, I got lots of ideas. Yeah, coming right over.
What do you
think so far?
Yeah. Oh, that
looks nice, Ma.
Shit. I need
some more glue.
Who was the guy?
I've never seen
him before.
He was such
a sweetheart.
What'd he look like?
Tall.
I think he
was tall.
And he specifically
complimented you
on your eyes?
Complimented me?
[giggles]
He took my picture.
Said he'd send
me a copy.
Ma, Ma, you didn't give
this guy our address, did you?
Well, it might be
a nice picture.
[shouts] Ma, how
could you do that?!
How could you give a complete
stranger our fucking address?
I don't know! Anyway,
It's not our address.
It's my address!
Holy fuck!
You're drinking
again, ain't you?
That's why you never
stay home with me.
I smell it.
Mothers know.
Why don't you
go to a meeting?
You'll feel better.
I just came from a meeting.
You keep all these windows
and doors locked. You
understand me?!
All of them locked!
[Police radio
transmissions]
Hey, I need to see a
detective right now.
Sign down here.
No. I don't have time for
this bureaucratic bullshit.
Have a seat over
there and I'll see
what I can do for you.
You're hurting
my wrist. Stop it!
[cell phone rings]
I know it was you.
Whoa, whoa. What was me?
You approached
my mother.
I did?
Yeah, yeah.
You motherfucker!
Mickey, calm down. Just tell me what happened?
You know what happened.
What did this guy look like?
It looked like you!
Me? What do I look like?
Yeah, you, you.
You look like you.
You have brownish
hair and tall.
I'm tall?
No.
Guess it wasn't me then.
No, I mean--
You're not tall
to me, but to my
mother you're--
Is your mother real short or something?
No, no, no.
Ma's not short.
Listen, you sick fuck!
I'm calling the shots here
you understand? I still
got those tapes!
Oh, so you do. Guess what I got?
[man] You wanna
see a detective?
Ma. Ma!
Ma.
Ma!
[panting]
What did I do?
What did I do?
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
Where is she?
Get in the car,
Mickey Mouse.
You can fuck with me
but you cannot fuck
with what I love!
What?
You don't love yourself?
Where's my Ma?
Come on.
[siren wails]
Oh, yeah, you're
gonna cry now!
You say anything,
your mother dies.
She fucking dies!
Is there a problem?
Yeah, this fucking
cock sucker.
Calm down.
Use your head, Mick.
Is this any way to treat
someone who cares about
you, who loves you?
I'm talking about your
poor Mom. She's worried
sick about you right now!
You know what? In about one
minute I'm gonna throw the
godamn cuffs on you!
On me?
Let me tell you something
officer! He, he--
I'm waiting.
My brother's off
his meds, officer.
I ain't on no
fucking meds.
Hey! Let go.
Get off now!
Put your hands apart.
Get 'em up.
Get over here.
You got any
weapons on you?
No.
Any drugs?
No drugs?
No.
What the fuck's
wrong with you?
I gotta tell
you something.
You know what, you can
tell me down at the
station, alright?
You stay right there!
Fuck, no.
No, no!
[shouts]
Hey!
Sir, listen. Officer, listen. My brother is all messed up..
Please, let me just
explain you something.
Explain what? Kid is mouthing
off to me. He's gone nuts.
So what am I
supposed to do?
He just got out
of the hospital a
couple of days ago.
Is that my problem?
No, it's not. Just
let me take him
home, please.
I'll take him home.
You know, give him
his meds.
If we have to, we'll
take him to the hopsital.
I'm sorry about this.
Stay here.
Don't move.
All right.
You must be grateful
you got someone
looking after you.
I hope you don't mind,
but I thought I'd grab
at why I took Mom.
[whispers]
Please.
Tell me.
Tell me you didn't--
That you, that
you didn't kill her.
Do you think I
killed your mom?
Don't do this to me.
How does it feel,
Mick, to be a subject?
What do I
have to do?
What do you think
you have to do?
I don't know.
What do you have
that I want?
I don't know.
What brought
us together?
The tape.
And all the other
copies, of course.
No.
No?
No.
Did you ever hear your
mother scream, Mick?
[cries]
Oh, that's good.
Emotion sells.
Oh, I guess no
introductions
are necessary.
Are you out
of your mind?
He's got my mom.
He's got your--
[Gino]
Why is he here?
Get him the fuck out
of here! You weren't
supposed to--
I know, I know.
I wasn't supposed to--
Fuck you, Gino.
He kidnapped my Mom!
Fuck you.
Fuck, fuck you.
Fuck you.
>> He's got
my mom!
Gino what's this?
Come here.
Is that a movie?
Uh, it's his,
his documentary.
The one before.
Before?
Before what?
Before my movie?
I mean, it's, um--
Mickey tells me
you're a good editor.
[girl] I was up to about four or five bags of heroin a day.
He told me
I was blue.
And I felt--
I felt like I was floating
up on the ceiling. Just--
Just looking down on
my lifeless body.
In my soul, I truly believe
my soul left my body.
You know what?
I wasn't even scared.
Just looking down on
my body all sprawled out,
it was
sort of beautiful.
[Mick grunts]
Oh, no, no, no! Come
on! Please, please!!
[cries]
Take it easy.
Come on.
Take it easy.
[cries]
C'mon, we gotta go.
[cries]
Did you kill my mom?
Did you kill my mom?
You killed my mom?
[whines and cries]
Did you kill my--
[cries]
You--
[stammers]
Hi, it's me.
Put her on.
What do you mean who?
The old lady.
I'll wait.
Hold on, sweetheart.
hold on, hold on.
Ma.
[nervous voice]
Mom! How did--
What did they
do to you?
Are you okay?
Give me!
That's as close
as you get for now.
[coughs]
[sobbing]
No.
Nine months
sobriety.
It's a long time away
from someone you love.
Do you still feel
like using?
No, no, no, no, no.
I didn't kill these
people.
Oh, these are
miscellaneous.
Killing alone.
A loner psycho.
How much time you
waste on that one?
What the
fuck is this?
"Victims. Ruth James,
Consuela Roman.
Perhaps following
the Bible."
Oh, I-- okay. These
last names are from
the New Testament.
You gotta be
fucking kidding me.
You have hear of
coincidence, Mick?
[laughs]
This is mine.
These are my
cigarette butts.
Where did you
get this?
This is my
coffee receipt?
Where did
you get this?
You left it
in the garbage.
What garbage?
This documentary
is over.
Where did
you get this?
It's over. You understand
me?! I'm finished!
[shouts]
Stop it! I can't fucking
take it anymore!
Where did
you get this?
Oh, God.
In the park.
What park?
Which one?
Across the street from where
you killed your seventh victim
you sick fuck.
Oh, that's brilliant.
It's because of all
the butts in the cup.
You knew I'd spend the
night watching her through
a window waiting to get in.
But how did you know
which last drop
the receipt came
from? I mean,
there's a bunch?
'Cause bastards like you,
usually kill their first victim
in their own fucking
neighborhood, where
they're comfortable.
So, you went to the
last drop, nearest to
the first victim.
That's the one.
And then what?
Then I matched the time on the
receipt to the time on the
surveillance tape.
They got surveillance
cameras in coffee
shops now?
They do when they've
been robbed twice.
And then you staked
the place out for me.
You--
You are a
genius, Mick.
[whispers]
Let go of me.
You're helping me!
I gotta be
more careful.
I gotta change
my patterns.
[Megan] A happy memory
from Jimmy's childhood?
Well.
[Mick] Megan.
Can I, uh, have one of those?
One?
Two. Two. I got this, um--
Three, actually.
So, um, where
is she now?
Your mother.
Dead.
Was almost a year before
Jimmy stopped screaming
in his sleep.
When did she die?
19, 1990.
July.
Jimmy was--
Was?
Finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
What did she die of?
What do you mean?
She died.
She just died.
People die.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
Then one day she just
stopped breathing.
Ca-can we stop
right now?
'Cause I know a migraine is
coming when I start seeing
white.. white light.
Tell me about
the cellar.
[Little Jimmy shouting]
No, no! [screams, cries]
You know, the walls.
The old bricks.
They're filled
with his
neatly folded screams.
[Little Jimmy]
She's calling me again.
She says this time
[inaudible]
I wanted to stay in it.
I see the light.
Dear God, please,
help my Mommy.
[jumbled voices]
The dirt lives
inside of me.
She says she would
leave me forever.
The angels
live in clouds.
I didn't mean
to touch it.
[jumbled voices
and screams]
[Little Jimmy crying]
[mother shouting]
Stop it. Stop it!
[Little Jimmy
crying and shouting]
[mixed voices]
He left this
note for you.
[woman]
Who is it?
Um, it's, um,
Mick Gravatski.
Who?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Um--
Are you the girl,
I'm sorry, the wo--
Are you a waitress?
Yeah. What
do you want?
Did you serve me the
other night at the diner?
Yeah, so?
[girl groans]
[smacking and groaning]
Put these on.
Put the gloves on!
And get the camera.
Now!
[groans]
[shouts]
No, no, no!
Film.
[shouting]
No, no!
Help!
Somebody's coming.
Somebody's coming!
Battery's dead.
My battery's dead.
Replace it.
My battery's dead.
You carry two batteries.
Replace it.
[sobs]
I can't--wait,
Don't do--se.
Don't let me see
you kill her, okay?
We can hear
about it.
Jesus Christ.
Okay, look. I
can't, I can't
use any of this--
Listen to me. Listen, I'm
going to remove the gag.
You look at me, you scream,
I pluck out your eyes.
Jimmy.
Jimmy, please.
Do your fucking job!
You could've turned me in
the first day you found
out who I was.
You could've taken
that tape to the Police.
And if you did, none of
this would be happening.
Please!
Please!
Jimmy, stop man.
Jimmy, look. man.
Do not fucking look
at me. Do not!
[all shout]
No, Jimmy!
[all shout]
Jimmy, no!
No, Jimmy!
No.
[shouts] No, look
what you fucking did!
No, no.
Don't go.
Don't go. Don't go.
Please, don't die yet.
Not yet! Please.
Please, please.
Please, don't fucking
die yet. Please. Please!
Oh, oh!
[pants]
[pants]
[Mick]
Damn! What the--?
That's it?!
Fuck you.
Ma?
Ma, you think
I'm having fun?
There you go, kiddo.
Cute kid.
A few more years
she'll be just my type.
Look, your camera it's
inside. I took it.
Fucking charity
bullshit.
Humanity.
You see, power,
real power
is giving life
and taking it away.
You, uh, you hug a crippled
kid at his birthday party,
and then
you cut people's
eyes out.
You put them
in baby jars..
Fucking bullshit.
Are you coming to my
daughter's birthday party
in a few days, Mickey?
Carolyn is turning 13.
Oh, look at this.
Here she is as a baby.
Only nine months.
Look how pretty she was.
Oh, and here is
a baptism picture.
There's Jimmy.
He was the godfather.
Who's the woman?
It's Ma.
Your mother?
Jimmy's mother?
Oh.
She had an infection.
Influenza.
A sort of--
Three weeks in
Philadelphia Memorial.
One day she just died.
Ca-can we
stop right now?
Jimmy was
finally free.
She had to die
for him to be.
I got you.
I fucking got you.
I need to film
you again.
Just some
follow-up questions.
Can't it wait unt--
Sit down.
Your mother.
You said she died
in 1990, right?
July.
Right.
Your daughter, she's having
her thirteenth birthday? So
she was born in '92.
Yeah, she's--
Yeah, but your mother, she
was in her baptism photo.
So, how could she be dead
in 1990 and alive in 1992?
That. I was
confused. That--
You said she died of an emphysema?
Yeah. Emphysema.
1993. Now I remember.
Don't you mean
influenza?
That's what you told
me the first time.
I don't know what
this has to do with
Jimmy's charity.
Where's she buried?
Please, Mickey, I'm
seeing a white light--
[yells]
Sit down!
[woman screams]
Don't you fucking
lie to me!
I'm sorry.
Where is she buried?
Potter's field. We
just didn't have
enough money--
That's real fucking convenient!
Is there a
headstone? No.
Where is the grave?
What's the grave number?
I--I don't know.
You don't know.
You don't know!
How can she be buried when Jimmy has her fucking ashes on the shelf?
Does he? Does he have the ashes on the shelf?
Where's the death certificate?
She is dead.
Why are you
doing this to me?
I just can't
remember details.
I swear
on my eyes.
Be careful where
you swear it in.
[Jimmy] He's got a
hell of an arm, Mick.
What the hell
happened?
Oh, nothing,
nothing. I just
got upset.
What'd you
to do her?
I'm just doing
my job, Jimmy.
[woman]
You want '90?
These records only
go back to '94.
Really?
Um, do you think
you could run her
name for me?
Well, it ain't gonna
do no good if she
was here in '90.
I know. It just means so much
to me to find by biological
mother.
Emma Lemac.
Well. Only
cause you have
an honest face.
Thank you.
Um, 2001, May.
Re-admitted for
two months.
But that was
in psychiatric.
Psychiatric?
Mm-hm. But there
was a social worker
assigned to the case.
Really?
Who?
[violin solo]
You hear that?
What?
What? What
are you hearing?
If you'd like to
leave your number Mr--
Gravatski.
I'll pass it along.
That way Mrs. Lemac,
if she is your
biological mother,
can decide whether she
wants to contact you.
Do you keep her
psychiatric file
in this office?
Is there something
I could look at?
That's inappropriate, Mr--
Still Gravatski.
Leave your number
if you like.
Thanks for your
lack of help.
[alarm beeps]
[cell phone rings]
Jimmy. Hey, yeah.
I can't talk right now.
Sure. Uh, yeah, just
tell me what time.
Okay, yes. I wo--
I won't be late.
Makes them think
they're dead you old bitch.
[violin solo]
I ain't surprised you're
investigatin' that social
worker.
I knew she wasn't
right by her eyes.
What the fuck
are you doing?
She was very
inappropriate
with me.
She wasn't listening
to nothin' I was sayin'.
I found her.
I found your mother.
What?
Who the hell is this?
Whose ashes are these?
Not hers.
Your games
are gonna kill you.
Do you know what I'm capable of?
People.
These people that come.
They don't care, about
nobody.
[coughs]
You'll let me
get rid of her?
The girl.
I'll just take
care of it.
She was touching your
boy you said, huh?
But I wonder what
they did to deserve it.
Who the fuck
is this, Meg?
Are there even ashes in
here Meg? Are there even
ashes? >> No! No!
Stop!
You knew she
was alive.
You knew she was
alive. You knew it.
[sobs]
I did it for
you, Jimmy.
What, lie to me?
I did it so you
could move on!
How the fuck
have I moved on?
Don't hurt her.
Get off of me!
Get the fuck off me!
No!
Have I ever hurt anybody
in this house? Ever?
Why? Why did you
have to do this?
Why did you have
to tell him?
Oh, God.
Jimmy, Jimmy.
I swear. I swear I
was just trying to
protect you.
You tried to protect me all
this time? All this time this
woman was alive!
She was breathing in
the same fucking city!
You. You motherfucker!
Take me to her. Take me now!
You give me
my Ma.
And I'll give
you yours.
The attic.
What?
Ma! Ma?
Ma.
Ma. Ma.
It's me.
Ma, it's Mickey.
What did you
do to her?
Give me.
I'm gonna give her a lethal
dose if you don't take me
where I gotta go!
I'm not leaving
without my mom.
She's okay.
She's alive.
She's not okay.
She's a fucking zombie.
Mom, c'mon, we're
gonna go home.
Let's go.
I just wanna
take my mom.
Listen to me, you--
Carolyn knows exactly
what to give her.
And she knows exactly what
not to give her.
Unless I call and
tell her otherwise.
You fulfill your end of the
bargain, and you get her back.
[heavy metal music]
Go straight.
[inaudible]
Don't jerk
the wheel.
Fingernails.
Don't jerk
the fuckin' wheel.
Fuck, Fuck!
You wanna stay out of
my fucking business?
Go to the right.
Make a right.
Oh, fuck.
How could you?
You fucking junkie!
Yeah, you're a real contribution
to society yourself.
Where is it?
Right...there.
There. Which one?
This one, that one?
Which one, you
junkie fuck?
21 Polito.
Is she really
in there?
C'mon, go ahead knock.
This is the door.
Knock.
I just did.
Harder.
Keep it up,
you fuck.
Okay, okay.
I thought you
said she was
here.
She was.
If this is a fucking set up,
I swear to fuck--
It's not my fault
if she drags ass to
the fucking store.
What you want?
It ain't her.
Who are you?
Is Emma Lemac here?
You haven't heard?
Poor thing.
The ambulance took her
off to the hospital.
She ain't dead,
is she?
What?
Is she dead?
Sorry, my hearing.
Is she dead?
No, thank God.
Which hospital?
Hospital.
Which one.
Saint Mary's.
Or was it
Saint John's?
I get my saints
mixed up.
Saint Mary's. Yeah.
Thank you.
[tires screech]
[woman]
Can I help you?
Sir?
We're looking for the room
number of, of Emma Lemac.
Uh.
6030. It's the
elevator that way.
[elevator bell]
[elevator bell]
[bell]
[beep from monitor]
This is it.
Jimmy.
Is that really you?
All grown up.
Come closer.
Closer.
I thought about you
all these years.
I dream of seeing you.
What did you
come here for?
Jim, what the fuck are
you doing, that's just
the oxygen.
[coughs]
Finally found
your courage.
When I'm an old lady
on my deathbed
you come to judge me?
How dare you?
I brought you in
to this world.
I'm gonna take
you out.
Here.
Doing me a favor.
[coughs]
Do it!
Kill me.
Be a man.
Be a man for once in your goddamn life!
[coughs]
Jimmy. C'mon,
Jimmy, do this
or let's get the
fuck outta here.
C'mon, we gotta get
get out of here. We
gotta get out of here now.
You, you do it.
What?
Kill her.
I can't.
No, let's go.
You leave this room,
I call Carolyn. Your
mother'll be dead.
She'll be cold by the
time you get there.
This is never gonna end.
It's just gonna keep going
on and on and on and
on and on and on
and on and on and on.
I'll call the police.
I'll turn myself
in to the police.
I'll do anything you want.
I just need to
see her die.
Jimmy, you're worthless.
Even for this.
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Listen, you old bitch. I
know what you are, you
understand me?
[Jimmy]
Do it!
No!
Go ahead, boy. Jimmy
ain't got the guts!
Jesus Christ.
Please, just do it.
Please. Just kill her.
[chuckles]
Cry, boy.
I always loved
to hear you cry.
[mocking]
Please. Please.
Please. Please.
Please!
[fast beeping]
[shouts]
No!
[normal beeping]
[continuous beep]
[alarm goes off]
[over loudspeaker]
Call code. Sixth floor. 6030.
[Mick] Can you stop?
Are you asking me
if I can be cured?
A cure is
inconceivable to them
because the crimes
are too unforgivable.
They simply want
people like us dead.
But death
doesn't end evil.
Merely sets it free.
Are you evil?
If I choose to take
responsiblity for
what I've done.
Do you?
Do you?
[heavy rock music]