Bleed (2002) - full transcript
Haunted by nightmares. Plagued by a past that won't go away. When Maddy goes to a party with her new boyfriend, Shawn, she only wants to meet his friends and have a good time. They tell her about their 'Murder Club' and invite her to join. Confused but intrigued, Maddy really wants to be part of the group. Before she can join, though, the 'Murder Club' members are being killed off, one by one. Who can be trusted? Can the killer be stopped? Or will they all bleed?
(dynamic music)
(upbeat electronic music)
- Woo!
- Whoa!
That was a good party, man.
- Come on, man.
- Whoah, hey, dude, did
you see that redhead?
- No, dude, not the redhead,
the blond with the, you know.
- Oh yeah, her friend?
- Bazooms.
Bazooms.
- Her friend was awesome, man.
All right, man, I'm outta here.
- Hey, you gonna be all
right to drive, Todd?
- Dude, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
- Dude, not only do you
look like my Mom right now,
but you sound like her, too.
- Whatever, you know you
want a piece of this!
(laughs)
All right, my brother, I'll
see you at the game tomorrow.
- All right, good night.
- All right.
Drive safe.
- You, too.
Welcome to Hollywood.
What's your dream,
what's your dream?
Julia Roberts ain't
got nothin' on me.
(groans)
(groans)
Fuckin' heels.
How do chicks do this?
Oh god.
(rattling)
Who's there?
Mom?
Is that you?
Come on, Simon, stop
fucking around, man.
(rattling)
- [Man] Woo hoo hoo!
- Stupid.
Shit.
(dramatic electronic music)
(whacking)
(thrilling music)
(dialing)
(dog barking)
- Todd, it's me.
I'm sitting here waiting for
you topless in the backyard.
Now, get the fuck home, bye!
(dramatic music)
Todd, is that you?
Todd?
(dramatic electronic music)
Todd?
No fuckin' blow jobs for a year.
(screams)
(bashing)
(upbeat electronic music)
* Let me tell you all the pain
* Trying to hold one down
the drain, it's nothing *
* It's not the flame
that burns insane *
* Slipped up nothing
* Hold me badly
* I don't fit in anymore
* Sell me gently
* Just like everyone before
* I don't miss the
things unfixed *
* But the sanctity
were left unmixed *
* It's not the song
you used to sing *
* The simply unfelt
child you bring *
* Don't fight tomorrow or
crush the heart that's hollow *
* Despite how we felt
* Hold me badly
* I don't fit in anymore
* Sell me gently
* Just like everyone before
(phone ringing)
- [Shawn] This is Shawn.
- Shawn, buddy, what's up?
- Hey, what's up, Chris?
- [Chris] You still
on for Saturday?
- Sure thing.
- Straight up.
Dude, Tillie's parties
are usually good, man.
I just hope there are some
hotties there this time.
- There will be, buddy.
- [Chris] Does your, uh,
new skirt start today?
- Yeah, she just got here.
- [Chris] Bring her
on Saturday, man.
Best way to check out the
merchandise is in a bathing
suit.
Or out of it, man.
- Real classy, dude.
- Excuse me, Mr. Banning?
- [Shawn] Yes?
- Miss Patterson's
here to see you.
- Hey, man, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later on.
- All right, man.
- All right.
I'll see you later.
- All right, bye.
- Maddy, please.
Call me, Maddy.
- Shawn, pleasure.
Here, I'm sorry.
Here you go, have a seat.
I'm normally not a messy person.
- It's okay, it's really okay.
- There were a couple
sections I noticed here
that weren't filled in.
- [Maddy] Oh.
- Yeah, under in
case of emergency,
please contact.
- Right.
- You haven't listed anyone.
- I know, I don't
really have anybody.
- I'll tell you what.
I'll fill in my
name and information
that way I can help if any--
- Well, actually, I think I
can find somebody to put down.
- No, it'll be fine, really.
It's not a bother at all.
- Thank you.
- Okay, all finished.
Now, let's go check
out your office.
- Oh my god.
This is great.
- Yeah.
This used to be my office
until about a week ago.
There's a lot of
good memories here.
- Wow.
This is my office.
Welcome to my office.
- All right, I'll let you go
sit down for a minutes, okay?
Do you wanna grab some
lunch maybe later?
- No, actually I
brought some from home.
- Okay, how about
tomorrow then, my treat.
- Sounds good.
- Let me know if you
have any questions, okay?
- I will.
Buh-bye.
(piano playing)
(laughing)
(crickets chirping)
(wine splashing)
Congratulations, Maddy.
Oh my god.
I can't believe
you guys did this.
Congrats.
Maddy, congratulations.
We couldn't think of anyone
more deserving than you.
Love, Mom and Dad.
Oh god.
This is so sweet.
It means so much
to me, thank you.
Okay, let's toast.
To Maddy, we are
so proud of you.
Okay.
Okay, let's eat.
(dramatic music)
(muffled screams)
- [Woman] Murderer!
(gasps)
(sighing)
- [Maddy] So is there
anything I should
know about the office?
- Like what?
- You know, like
office politics.
Who should be avoided,
who can be trusted.
You know, that sorta thing.
- There's actually
some important
information you should know.
One of our employees
was murdered last week.
- What?
- Yeah, Todd Reynolds.
He was leaving a party at
Montebello and he was killed.
- Oh my god.
- He used to do
my job, actually.
That's why I got the new office.
In fact, you were
hired for my old job.
- Really?
Did you know him very well?
- No, I mean, he was
brought in as my boss
a couple months ago, but
I really didn't know him
outside the nine
to five routine.
- Hm.
- I mean, not only was he
sliced open right there
in the street, but a friend
of his and his girlfriend
were killed, too, that night.
(birds chirping)
- God.
Welcome to Hollywood.
- Yeah.
Changing the subject,
would you like
to have dinner with me sometime?
- Perhaps.
- Perhaps?
What kinda answer is perhaps?
- It's the only kind
you're gonna get right now.
- Well, how 'bout I say
I'm not gonna take no
or even maybe for
an answer right now?
- Okay.
Not Taco Bell.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
(crickets chirping)
- [Shawn] Let's go.
(laughing)
- Uh, excuse the mess.
- Whatever.
- Isn't that what
I'm supposed to say?
- Whatever.
Whatever.
- Whatever?
- Mm-hmm.
- Whatever.
Whatever.
What are you doing, are you hot?
- Yeah, it's kinda hot.
You can ride with me.
Really warm.
(moaning)
(laughing)
- What?
What?
- You tickled me.
- I was gonna say,
you're not supposed
to be laughin' right now.
(laughing)
- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
- Yeah.
- You should be.
- Tell you what.
- What?
- Why don't we go
in the bedroom?
- God, yeah.
One second.
- Okay.
- Give me one second.
- That's my kinda man.
- I hope so.
- I know so.
I hope so, too.
- I know so.
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Todd?
Is that you?
(screaming)
(gasping)
- It's just a dream.
It's okay now.
Are you okay?
It's just a dream, are you okay?
- Oh, Jesus.
(sighing)
- You were about to
give me a heart attack.
Are you okay, now?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- I'm okay.
- You wanna tell me about it?
Hm?
- No.
No, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Okay, suit yourself.
I gotta get goin'.
- You want some coffee?
- Thanks, but, really,
I gotta get goin'.
- Suit yourself.
(crickets chirping)
- I would like to see you again.
(laughs)
What?
- You will, this
morning, at the office.
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I know what you meant.
I do, too.
I had a really great
time last night.
I just, um.
I hope you don't think
I'm using you or anything.
- I don't.
Last night we just
had this connection.
This whole week's
pretty magical.
- Yeah, like the newest
ride at Disneyland, right?
- Look, I know it sounds corny--
- No, I am kidding,
I am kidding.
I know.
- I'd like you to meet
some of my friends.
A friend of mine, Tillie,
is having this party.
Tomorrow.
She got this big ass house.
She got a hot tub, a pool.
It'll be a lot of fun.
- Okay.
- A lot of fun.
- Sounds good.
- I really wasn't
sure you should
meet my friends just yet, but.
- No, it's fine.
I'd like to go.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Great, I gotta split.
- Okay, go!
- Push me into this door.
- Goodbye.
- See you later.
- See you soon.
- Bye-bye.
* I wanna make your body move
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
- Woo, welcome,
welcome, come on in.
You can put drinks over there.
How you doin'?
- Sorry we're late.
- Oh, it's okay, the
party hasn't even started.
Nobody's naked yet.
(laughs)
- Oh!
(roaring)
- What's up, Keith?
- What's up, guys?
(claps)
- What's up, man?
- Right on, man.
- What up?
- Good to see ya.
- What you up to?
- So how's that new
promotion treatin' you?
- Shit, when you
gonna get a raise?
I got some bills, brotha!
- Shut the fuck up.
(laughs)
- They ever catch
that killer yet?
- No, not yet.
- Man, that's fucked up.
How hard can it be to
catch some dumb fuck
that has a thing for trannies?
- Shit, I don't know.
- Man.
- Hey, Shawn.
- Hey, sweetie, what's up?
- Hey, I'm not here, am I?
- Dude.
- I need to put
lotion on my back.
Let's go.
- Bye, Keith.
(laughing)
- He is so fucking wimpy.
- Yeah.
Speaking of.
- What?
- Tell me about your date.
- It was good.
- And?
- Maddy's nice.
- Oh blah blah blah.
- What about the sex?
- What?
- Come on, was it hot?
She kinky, isn't she?
Come on, dude.
- You need to get fuckin' laid.
(blubbering)
I'm working on it.
- I don't know.
- Ah.
- She's gonna be here
later, so I need you
to be cool, for real.
Serious.
- Of course, dude.
What's my name, come on.
- I'm serious.
- Shit.
Imma go get another
beer, you want one?
- Yeah, while you're out.
- Same thing.
- All right.
(rock music)
* I heard you on the radio
* I don't know what
to say to you *
* I thought I'd
turn a little bit *
- Hello, gorgeous.
(splashing)
- Hello.
Did I miss anything?
- I don't know, did you miss me?
- Oh, you're all wet.
(laughs)
It's a pool party.
How was your day?
- It was good.
- Here comes the man candy!
(shouts)
(splashes)
- Yeah, very funny.
- Oh my god.
- Such a jerk.
- You must be Maddy.
- Yes, I am.
- Be gentle.
- I'm Chris, but most
folks call me Big Chris.
- Hi Big Chris.
(laughing)
- Ah ha ha ha ha ha.
Yeah, laugh it up,
all right, ha ha ha.
Somebody give me a beer
'cause it's naked time!
(shouts)
- Woo!
- Woo hoo.
* And now it's up to you
* Whatever you want to do
- Are you okay with this?
- Yes, I am.
- Good lord.
I leave for a second
and look what happens.
- Oh shit.
(splashing)
- Hold this, would you?
- Yeah.
- Well, hello.
I'm, Tillie, welcome to my orgy.
I hope you're not
too frightened.
- No, I am not
frightened, thank you.
- Thanks, doll.
- What?
I don't.
- What was that?
- What?
- What do you mean what?
- What?
- Forget it.
- What, she pushed.
What?
- Mind if I join you?
- No, go right ahead.
- Thanks.
- Shawn's really great, huh?
- Yeah, I like him.
- We dated for a while,
but it didn't work out.
- Really?
- Yup, he decided we were
better off friends than lovers.
But I'm really
glad you're happy.
- Stop right there.
Are you telling any
more of your lies?
- Why lie when then
truth is so much better?
I need a refill.
- Go.
(sighs)
- Sheesh.
Are you having fun?
- Oh, yeah, havin' a great time.
- What did Tillie say?
- Not too much, it
was just girl talk.
- Did she tell you
we used to date?
- Yeah.
- I think she still wants me.
(laughs)
- No kidding.
- Seriously, though, don't
believe everything she tells
you.
- Why should I,
should I believe you?
- Yeah, just.
I got nothin' to hide.
Woo!
(splashes)
- Boys will be boys.
- Hey, Maddy, come on in.
- We're not done talking yet.
- [Shawn] Yes you are,
come on in, honey.
- Sorry.
I can't refuse a naked
man that calls me, honey.
- It's cold, it's cold.
- Oh, make me warm, thank you.
(laughs)
(yelling)
- Chris, Chris!
(yelling)
- Ah!
- Chris.
- What the fuck?
- To the victor go the spoils!
(laughing)
- Get it!
Get it!
For a dude without
pants, it's not funny.
- Not till I see her tits.
- [Maddy] Get it back!
- Let me see your boobies!
- Get it back, Shawn!
(laughing)
- [Chris] No, I
wanna see her tits.
- Yeah, Chris, you
wanna see tits?
Well, there they are.
And fuck, you, Chris!
Fuck, you, too, Shawn.
Thanks a lot!
- Maddy!
- [Man] Woo!
- Ah, shit.
- You in the dog house?
- Yup, how'd you know?
- I am, too.
(laughing)
- So be it.
- Boo!
(shouts)
(laughs)
- What is this, the
Romper Room or something?
- Truce.
- Truce.
- Let me make it up to ya.
- I'm afraid to ask how.
- A dance, my lady.
A flower for the pretty lady?
- Oh.
(sighs)
(humming)
(laughing)
(neighing like a horse)
(laughing)
(guitar playing)
- The reason why
I've called you all
in here today is
that I have Herpes.
It's curable, but highly
contagious in water.
- [Woman] Ill, gross, shut up!
- Guys, be sensitive.
I mean, Chris over here really
does have Herpes, right?
Tell 'em.
- Fuck you, man,
my shit is clean!
Hey, you wanna see?
- No no no.
(laughing)
- That's what I thought.
- Sit your ass down.
- That's what I thought.
- So how long you guys
have been friends?
- Last week, isn't that it?
- You're so lucky to have
such a good group of friends.
- Ah, well, thanks, Maddy.
How about you, do you
have many friends?
- Not really, I travel
around a lot, you know.
Actually, the date that I
went on with Shawn last week
was the first one I've
been on in about a year.
- A year, that's more
pathetic than me, you know?
- No, she's not.
- Really?
- Not even close.
- Shit, I thought I was
gonna lose my title there.
- To answer your question,
Chris and I were roommates.
We used to work together.
- Till they fired me!
Oh, I'm sorry, laid me off.
- And as you already know,
Shawn and I used to date.
Laura and I were
roommates a few years ago,
and her and Peter were
high school sweethearts.
- Well, thank you for
inviting me to this.
This is a really great party.
- [Tillie] My pleasure.
- Shawn, did you tell
Maddy about our club yet?
- No, not yet.
- What?
- Nothin'.
- What club?
- It's nothin'.
- Fine, don't tell me then.
- It's all right.
- It's nothin'.
- It's the Murder Club.
- Oh, that club.
No, I hadn't told her yet.
- You can't be serious.
- Oh, dead serious.
- It's no big deal though.
I mean, it's like a hobby.
It's no big deal.
- You know what, guys, I
think I'm gonna get that beer.
(splashing)
- I don't understand,
the Murder Club?
- Yeah, you see, when me
and Shawn were roommates
we didn't have much money.
- Yeah.
You see, so we had to steal
pretty much everything.
You know, food, supplies.
- Beer, don't forget the beer.
- And beer.
But, after a while we
started like, you know,
gettin' into the thrill of it.
- God, the fuckin'
adrenaline rush, woo hoo!
Okay, so it was my idea to
take it to the next level,
so the next beer run I
went on I took a gun.
- Which brings us to level two,
armed robbery.
- Uh huh, yeah.
- Now, instead of us like
sneakin' around, we would feed
off the fear of our victims.
- Oh, man.
I mean, this fuckin' one
time, I came so fuckin' close
to poppin' this guy, it was
better than sex, I swear to god.
- No, dude, I think that's
because you're doin' it wrong.
(mocking laughter)
- That's where I came in.
Shawn and I were dating
and I caught him one night
with a gun in his pants so
I asked what he was doin'.
- So what'd you do?
- What do you think I did?
I took the gun and ran
to the nearest 7-Eleven.
Boy, were they right
about the adrenaline.
I ran home and told
Laura and Peter.
- I came up with the idea
of calling it a club.
- The Murder Club.
- Yeah.
- Not yet.
See, now, this was
just the Gangsta Club.
- Let's work.
(laughs)
- For real, I mean you guys
were like a Wild West gang?
- Nah, this was just
for fun, not for profit.
(laughing)
- So we had level one,
basic shoplifting,
level two, armed robbery.
- And then we added level three.
- Murder.
- Damn right murder.
- So you've all
killed someone before?
- Well, that's how
you become a member.
- But it's not that
big of a deal any more.
- Hey, once a member,
always a member.
- Shawn, did you kill somebody?
- Hell yeah, he has,
he's a charter member.
- That's me.
- Oh my god.
- No one's ever been caught.
- Well, see, that's
where the club comes in.
- We provide air-tight
alibis when needed.
- Shawn, who did you kill?
- Which time?
- The first time
was an accident.
I was performing a level
two on this guy, he was
at this ATM, and he just like
turned and he came at me.
The gun just went off.
- Came over to my
house covered in blood.
I saved him, gave him his alibi.
Chris helped him dispose of
the gun and clean up his car.
- Yeah, you guys
were a great help.
(crickets chirping)
- But I don't understand.
- Well, we were all
insanely jealous.
I mean, he reached
level three before us.
- I was still at
level one at the time,
I just couldn't bring
myself to carry a gun.
- This is just all
to freaky for me.
- It was for me too, at
first, but I came around.
In fact, by the end of the
first week, I was on level two
on my way to a
level three, right?
- [Chris] Yeah,
yeah, that's right.
- But don't you think
you'll get caught?
I mean, how can you trust
me, you don't even know me.
- But I know you.
(Chris laughs)
- We'd all like to
get to know you.
- Shut the fuck up.
- I think what bothers
me the most about this is
it doesn't really bother
me that much at all.
- Damn, that's my kinda woman.
- So who was the first
person you killed, Chris?
- Oh, I mean, as you can imagine
I had to catch up to Shawn.
- Like always.
- So that night I went out
and popped this guy in his car.
I mean, it was awesome.
So I push his car down this
guardrail right into the river.
- Does he always use a gun?
Everyone uses a gun?
- Nah.
For the first one
it's easier 'cause
you're not so connected
to the victim, you know?
- [Peter] Shit, for
my first I used an ax.
- That's right.
- That's right.
- Laura and I were on vacation
at this Bed and Breakfast
up north, stole an
ax from the woodshed
and headed into town.
Find some homeless
guy in the alley,
chopped him up like firewood.
(laughs)
- Oh my god, that's horrible.
- Is it, really, I mean
the dude was homeless.
- I heard that.
(laughing)
- I'm overwhelmed.
- That's okay, you don't have
to join your first visit.
- What?
- He means, this
ain't Scientology.
We won't force you to join.
(laughing)
- Yeah, you know what,
it's my turn to go piss.
- Shake it more
than three times,
you're playing with yourself.
(splashing)
- You can't be serious.
I mean, the Murder Club?
- Fine, I mean, hey,
don't believe us,
but some of our parties are
members only, right guys?
- So did any of you guys do
in the guy from the office?
- Oh, no no.
See, that's a rule.
We never kill anyone we know.
- Never say never, Chris.
- I'd kill the first person who
said something behind my back.
- Okay
- Okay.
- I think it's time to go.
- All right.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
- Okay.
- Oh shit.
- Hey, Maddy, you're
not gonna tell
anybody about our club, are you?
- They wouldn't
believe me anyway.
- Maddy, be good to the
club because you never know
when you're gonna need the
club to be good to you.
- Okay.
(splashes)
- Just a little bit, so what?
(beeping)
You sure I can't
come over tonight?
- Shawn, I've got a lot
to do tonight, okay?
- Just for an hour, please?
- Seriously, I'm so tired.
I've gotta go shopping,
I've got errands.
Don't make a little baby face.
Come on, now, it's
not gonna work.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
- Fine.
I'll just go to the Pleasure
Chest and get some porn.
- Do what you gotta do.
- Maddy?
- What?
- Drive safe, I'll
see ya tomorrow.
- Okay.
- Unless you cancel that, too.
- Shawn?
- What?
- Grow up.
You can spend one
night alone, can't you?
- Yeah, but I'd just
rather spend it with you.
(sighing)
(crickets chirping)
- Till tomorrow, okay?
- All right.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Drive safe.
(engine revving)
(moaning)
- I hate you, you make me sick!
- Fuckin' bitch!
You're a whore.
- Fucker!
- Shut up, bitch!
- I'll make you bleed.
(moaning)
(dramatic music)
(moaning)
- Oh my god.
(snapping)
(gasping)
(breathing heavily)
- [Woman] You Jezebel.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- [Woman] Murderer.
- [Man] You're
father was a killer.
- [Woman] You slut!
- [Man] We're going
up the right street.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- [Woman] Murderer.
Murderer.
My daughter is a murderer.
(birds chirping)
(crow cawing)
(phone ringing)
(banging)
(phone ringing)
(door slamming)
- Hello?
Hey girl, how are you?
- Oh, you're coming in to town?
Great.
- [Maddy] Jesus.
- Great, great.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah, where you
have to go to get it?
- I said excuse me.
(door slamming)
I said excuse me.
- I am on the phone.
- No, you're not.
(smashing)
- Fuckin' bitch!
- Fuckin' bitch!
Fuck!
You fuckin' bitch!
(cracking)
(splattering)
(grunting)
(cracking)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Murderer, murderer!
Murderer!
(breathing heavily)
Murderer!
- What is wrong with me?
- [Man] The Murder Club.
What is wrong with me?
(whimpering)
- [Woman] Murderer.
Murderer!
My daughter is a murderer.
- [Man] Maddy, be
good to the club.
- Shut up.
- [Man] Because you never
know when you're gonna
need the club to be good to you.
- Shut up.
- [Woman] You are a whore.
Murderer.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- I can't even think.
Can't come up.
This can't come up again.
- Murderer!
Murderer!
- What're you gonna do?
- [Woman] My daughter
is a murderer.
- [Man] Maddy, you gotta
be good to the club
because you never
know when you're
gonna need the club
to be good to you.
(sniffling)
(knocking)
- Maddy?
You okay?
Came as quick as I could.
- I did it.
- You did what?
Oh my god, Maddy.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Maddy, what did you do?
- I killed her.
- What?
Who?
- No one, just, just some woman.
- We gotta get you cleaned up.
- No, see, I left the blood
on so that you'd believe me.
- What are you talkin' about?
- For the Murder Club.
I'm a member now, right?
- What?
- I'm a full-fledged
member, right?
(sighing)
- Maddy, well, what happened?
- She dinged my car with
her door so I killed her.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I bashed her brains
in, you know.
I just.
I bashed her brains in.
- Come on.
Come on, come on.
- I just hate that you
weren't there to see me.
You would have been
so proud of me.
(water running)
- Maddy, why would you do this?
- I told you why,
she dinged my car.
- All right.
Did anyone see you?
I mean, where did this happen?
- It was at the parking
garage at the store.
- Yeah.
- I don't think anybody saw me.
- And then what?
- I woke up and there
was blood everywhere.
But I think we need an alibi.
You know?
- What?
- I don't know, but we need
to get our stories straight.
- You really got this
worked out, don't you?
- I think Tillie
should be the alibi.
That would be better, right?
- Whatever you say.
- Fuck me, honey!
- What?
- Make love to me right now.
- I can't.
I can't, okay?
- Why not?
- I have to go home.
- Who's breaking our date now?
- Maddy, I have
some reports I have
to get done by tomorrow morning.
- You're mad at me, aren't you?
- Why would you say that?
- You didn't want me to join
your Murder Club, did you?
- Maddy, it was a secret, okay?
Besides, you should
get some sleep.
Lean back, come on.
I'll figure out we
need to do, okay?
- I can help you.
- No, I have more experience
with this than you do.
You just rest.
I'll take care of everything.
Hey, Chris, thanks
for calling back.
Hey, man, we got some trouble.
Yeah, Maddy, she
fuckin' killed a woman.
I don't know.
We gotta get
together and discuss.
I thought of that, but
let's just wait and see.
I know.
Who'd have believed
us, we were drunk!
The Murder Club, come on?
I know that, we were
fuckin' with her.
I thought she knew
we were kidding.
Dude, your sick, be serious.
All right.
I'll see you tonight.
All right, bye.
- I'll get a rough draft
to you by Wednesday,
then you can have more
time to work on it.
- I like the way you think.
She's got a real
killer instinct here.
Thanks, Maddy.
I'll see you later.
Bye-bye.
- So how's it goin'?
- It's good.
- I haven't seen
you all morning.
You okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.
- It's just I'm
worried about you.
- I said I'm fine.
I have a lotta work to do now.
I just wish you would go.
- This isn't like you, Maddy.
What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
Look, if you wanna meet me
for lunch, alone, we can talk.
Right now, I have way too
much work I have to do.
- Wait, I can't because
I'm having lunch
with a client today.
- How 'bout dinner, my house?
- Uh, I told Chris I was gonna
meet him at the gym tonight.
I can't.
- Mm, okay, whatever.
Just let me know.
- Don't be like that.
We can just get
together after the--
- Just look, I'm
fine, I said I'm fine.
I have a lotta work to do.
I would just appreciate
it if you went.
- Okay.
I'm working on that
other thing, too.
- What thing?
- You know, the
dent in your car.
I'm working on that.
- Okay, fine.
(dramatic music)
Just go.
(birds chirping)
- I didn't get you a beer.
What do you think that is?
- Where the hell have you been?
- I'm sorry, I just
had to make sure
that Maddy left the
office before I did.
- What up?
- So you wanna tell me what
the hell is going on, bro?
- Chris, did you
tell him anything?
- Nope, it's all you, buddy.
- Is this about Maddy?
- Yeah, look, I think
we're all in big trouble.
- How?
- You remember
the other night we
were all just sittin'
around talkin'?
- Yes.
- And we told Maddy
about the club?
- Yeah.
- Maddy killed someone.
- What?
- A woman.
- Wait a minute, we
were fucking with her.
- Oh my god.
- It was just a joke.
(laughs)
- Yeah, man, she
offed some bitch
at the store that
dinged her car.
- Oh, that's terrible.
- Wait a minute, Shawn,
it was a fucking joke.
- I know it was a
joke, but we never
told her it was a fucking joke.
- What, that makes it our fault?
- Well, we kinda
dared her to do it.
- I didn't.
- Fuck you, you didn't.
You were the first one who
started this whole thing.
- Oh, whatever.
- So did you call the police?
- No, not yet.
- Why not?
- Because we are accomplices.
- The hell we are, dude.
- How do you figure that?
- We dared her to
do this, to join.
- I understand that, but
we were fucking with her.
- Peter, she didn't know
we were fucking with her.
If she goes to the cops,
they may see her side of it.
- So what do we do?
- We gotta do something.
- I don't know.
- Why don't we just
forget about it?
- And then what if
she gets caught?
- Well, then, you get
yourself a new girlfriend.
(laughs)
- Yeah, so does she, in prison.
- That's so not funny.
- The way I see it,
we have three options.
The first choice, we go to the
cops and we just
take our chances.
- [Peter] Sounds good to me.
- The second choice is that
we forget about everything.
I'll tell Maddy it was a joke.
I won't tell on her.
I won't go to the
cops or nothin'.
- Okay, next option.
That's not gonna work.
- Well, the third choice,
we pretend that there
is a Murder Club only we know
that Maddy's the only member,
but we all have to protect her.
We give her an
airtight alibi and
strike any evidence that
there is a against her.
- Then we really
are accomplices.
- Look, dude, I'm sorry, but
she's your fuckin' girlfriend
so she's your fuckin' problem.
- No, Peter, we're all involved
in this, like it or not.
- Tillie's right,
we're in this together.
- Okay, well, what
are we gonna do?
- I like the third option.
I mean, in fact, once
we get the club setup
I got a few people
I'd like to kill, too.
- That is so not funny, Chris.
- I'm meeting with
Maddy tomorrow night
so we have to kinda decide
something right now.
Or at least by tomorrow morning.
- Can you imagine if she
found out we were kidding?
- I know, she'd have to
kill us to hide her secret.
- [Shawn] Chris, would you
be fuckin' serious for a sec.
- [Chris] I am.
- Let's take a vote on this.
- Vote on what?
- Well, choice one, the police.
Choice two, we just
forget everything.
Or choice three,
the Murder Club.
- Three.
- I vote on two, I don't
wanna get involved.
- Guys, one is clearly
the only option.
- I'm with Peter.
I mean, at least if we
go to the police now
we can tell our side of the
story before it's too late.
- Okay, we all
have to agree here.
If one person gonna
go to the cops
then we're all just
gonna get turned in.
- Yeah, because I
just do not have the
waistline for an
orange jumpsuit.
I don't look good, I had a
lot of bagels this morning.
- Why don't we do this?
Why don't we all
sleep on it tonight
and tomorrow morning
we'll call Shawn
and we'll let him know
what we're gonna do.
- Yeah, yeah, wait,
but if one person goes
to the police, we
all go down, okay?
- For what, joking at a party?
- [Shawn] Clearly we didn't
kill anyone ourselves.
But we are still
to blame for this.
- [Tillie] I don't think
sweet little Maddy woulda
killed anybody if we hadn't
been fucking with her.
- [Shawn] Thank you.
- Look, I know we
were all there,
but that doesn't change the
fact that a woman is dead.
- Oh, lighten up, Laura.
People die every day.
- Hey, look, dickhead.
I'm telling you right now.
- Okay.
- [Peter] If you don't--
- We're entitled to our
feelings here, guys,
but this decision is
gonna affect all of us.
That's why we're here, that's
why we're discussing this.
- You're right.
- So let's do what Tillie says.
Just go home tonight,
we'll sleep on it.
Tomorrow morning, you guys
give me a call on my cell.
Just give me your answers.
Agreed?
- Agreed.
- Agreed.
- Chris!
- Sure.
- Fine.
- Great.
Now, just try to think
with an open mind.
'Cause Maddy's my friend.
Maddy's our friend now.
She trusts us, guys, and
we owe her our loyalty.
All right?
- [Chris] Later, I'm outta here.
(birds chirping)
- Bye.
- Come on, Shawn.
- All right.
- All right.
- All right, I'll see you
guys later, all right?
(birds chirping)
(crickets chirping)
(birds chirping)
(splashing)
- Honey, are you coming?
- How's the water?
- You know, it's a little brisk,
but you'll get used to it.
- A little, it's
freezing in here.
- Hey, come here,
I'll keep you warm.
(shivering)
Damn, look at the stars tonight.
You know, they're like tiny
angles staring down at us.
(laughs)
- Yeah, the little
tiny angels all say
you're going to hell for
not calling the police.
- Wait, what?
- Just feeling
guilty, that's all.
What else is new?
- Okay, you know, we can go
to the police if you want to.
- I know, I know,
but all the others.
- Listen, we have to decide
based on what we want.
Okay, you and I.
I mean, I'm sorry, but
the hell with the others.
(laughs)
- Honey, how can you say that?
They're our friends.
- Yeah, they're our friends that
got us into this mess, Laura.
- Excuse me, but
I believe someone
killed a homeless
man with an ax.
- Whatever.
- Not whatever, look,
we were all there, okay?
I just, I don't wanna make some
horrible mistake, that's all.
What was that?
(dramatic music)
- I don't know.
All right, I'll go check it out.
Hey, don't worry.
I'm sure it's just an
animal or something.
(crickets chirping)
(shivering)
- Peter?
Peter?
Peter, what's going on?
(shouts)
(splashing)
Goddammit, Peter, you scared me!
- I know, I'm sorry.
- What was it?
- [Peter] I don't know.
- Opossum, I guess.
(dramatic crescendo)
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
- Please, somebody help me.
Please, somebody help!
Please don't, please, please.
Please don't, please
don't, please don't.
Please don't, please
don't, please don't.
(electric shocking)
(crickets chirping)
- Hello, Shawn.
- Jesus Christ!
Maddy, I didn't see you there.
- Sorry.
- How you doin'?
- [Maddy] Good.
Better.
- That's good.
- How was the gym last night?
- Huh?
- [Maddy] The gym, you
went with Chris, right?
- Yeah, it was
crowded, took forever.
- How was your night?
I tried to call you,
but you weren't home.
- Didn't have any
message on my machine.
Your number wasn't
on my caller ID.
- Oh, I called
from my cell phone.
I didn't wanna bother you.
- Well, I got dinner at Del
Taco then I went to bed early.
The ringer on my
phone was turned off.
- Oh.
- So I guess we're
on for tonight then,
- Yeah, sure, definitely.
- Great.
I miss you.
- I miss you, too.
- Oh, um, what did
the others say?
- What?
- The Murder Club, what did they
say about me becoming a member?
- I haven't told 'em yet.
- Not even Chris at the gym?
- No, there was like no time.
- Well, let me
know what they say.
I'm sure they'll
be very surprised.
- Shawn.
- Yes, Maddy.
- I have to find
the files for George
on the manufacturing costs and--
(phone ringing)
- Excuse me.
Hello.
Yes.
Wait, hold on one second.
I need to take this
in my office, okay?
I'll stop by your
office in a little bit.
Yeah, Tillie, sorry about that.
No, she was just here.
No, I have no--
(gasping)
- Maddy, how's it going?
(sighs)
- Good, thank you.
(dramatic music)
- Oh my god, Laura.
- I know, just get some rest.
(heels clicking)
- God help you.
- I'm sorry.
- That's not enough.
The good lord tells
us murder is a sin.
- [Maddy] I didn't
murder anybody.
- It's the worst sin
that you can commit.
- [Maddy] Mom, please!
- Maddy, you are a whore.
Pregnant, wasn't
that enough for you
to destroy our family?
- [Maddy] I didn't
destroy our family, Mom.
- Oh, of course you didn't.
I, I, I, you only think
of yourself, you slut.
But, no, whore was too
good for you, Jezebel,
so you killed your baby.
- It was an abortion, mother.
- Murderer, murderer.
My daughter is a murderer.
(sobbing)
- I just can't take this.
I can't take this.
This is too much for me.
- You shoulda thought
about that before.
Did you think you could
keep this from us?
From God?
- No, that's not what I meant.
- [Mother] Well, what is it?
Your eternal soul
is damned to hell.
- Mom, please!
- The Bible is very clear.
I can't do anything
to help you now.
That bastard child was
one thing, but this!
- Mom, people do
this all the time.
- And that's why hell is full!
We didn't raise you
to be like this.
You are a murderer.
- Maybe the Bible's wrong.
(gasps)
- Get out!
(groans)
- Phyllis, wait, please.
- Carl, our daughter
is a murderer.
- Mom, please.
- You're mother and
I we're, we're only
trying to do what's
best for you.
- Get out of our house.
- Daddy, please.
- Phyllis, she's,
she's our daughter.
She's still our daughter.
- No, our daughter is dead,
dead to us and dead to God.
- Maddy, ask God
for forgiveness.
Ask God for forgiveness, now!
- I said, get out!
I want you out of my
house this instant.
- Mom, please.
I am not your mother anymore.
Get out!
- I hate you, I hate you both!
- How can we face our
friends in church, now?
Our daughter is dead.
(speaking Spanish)
- What?
- Lady, wake up, this is my car.
(birds chirping)
- Oh.
I'm, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Tillie?
Tillie?
Oh my god, Tillie!
(dramatic music)
Oh my god!
Tillie!
(gasping)
Oh my god!
Oh!
Shawn.
Oh my god!
Oh, Shawn.
Oh my god!
Oh, oh!
(knocking)
(knocking)
- Hold on.
- Oh my god, Chris,
thank god you're home.
- Maddy, what is it?
- Oh god.
It's Tillie.
- What?
- Tillie's dead.
- Oh, are you sure?
- Yeah, I saw her.
- [Chris] What did
you see, Maddy?
- Shawn did it.
- What?
- Shawn killed her.
- Whoa, Shawn, well,
why would you say that?
- Because I was watching the
house from across the street
and after he left, I went
in and I saw her body.
It was awful.
Oh my god, whoa,
sit down, sit down.
It's gonna be okay, all right?
Let me get you something
to drink, all right?
One second.
Here you go.
Sorry, it's all I have.
- It's okay.
- You know, Maddy, Shawn
told us you killed someone.
- I know he told you.
- Did you really do that?
- Yeah, but it was,
it was an accident.
- What?
- I was fighting with this
woman in this parking garage
and I took her head and I
hit it against the cement,
but I didn't mean to kill her.
- Man, Shawn told us that--
- No, I know, I just.
I just wanted to join
the club, you know?
I just wanted you
guys to like me.
I just wanted Shawn to like me.
- Yeah, Maddy, about the club.
- I know, you guys
made it all up.
- Look, I'm sorry, okay.
We were just fucking around.
- It's too late.
Besides, Shawn has gone
crazy or something.
- I can't believe Shawn
would kill Tillie.
- He did.
He slit her throat, there
was blood everywhere.
- But you're okay
now, though, okay?
Come here.
- No, Chris.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
- Fine, fine, fine.
I'll go get dressed.
We'll go see if we
can find Shawn, okay?
- Chris, you believe me, right?
- You know what,
I don't know what
to believe anymore, Maddy.
- I mean, this doesn't
sound like Shawn
and there's gotta
be an explanation.
I don't know, I have no idea.
- Well, you know that I
didn't do this, right?
Chris, you know, I heard Tillie
say something about Laura.
- What about Laura?
- I don't know, I couldn't
hear the conversation,
but she said
something about Laura.
- So what do you
wanna do, Maddy?
- I think we should go
over to Peter and Laura's.
See what they know.
- Okay.
(dramatic music)
- Laura!
Peter!
- Yo, Pete.
- Are you home?
- Pete, where are you?
- Laura!
- No, Maddy.
Oh my god.
- Oh my god.
- This is horrible.
Maddy, no.
Oh my god.
Maddy, come here.
- Did Shawn do this, too?
- Why would you say that?
- Who else?
- I don't know.
We can call him, ask
him, I don't know.
- He wouldn't tell us anyway.
- Well, he's not guilty
until proven innocent.
Can't say that.
- I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get outta here.
- All right, hold on, whoa.
Hey.
So now what, Maddy?
- If Shawn didn't do
this, then who did?
- I don't know.
- We need proof,
you know, something.
He's never gonna admit
that he did this.
- No, he's not.
- So what are we gonna do?
- I don't know, we can check
his apartment or something.
- No, he left work early today.
He's probably
already home by now.
- Well, what about tonight?
- Yeah.
He's coming over for dinner.
You can sneak into
his apartment.
- Well, what am I
looking for, Maddy?
- I don't know, like a murder
weapon, blood, evidence.
I'll keep him busy and you
can check his apartment out.
- Wait, but is that safe?
- Maddy, are you gonna
be all right with him?
Huh?
- I can take care of myself.
Besides, he doesn't
know that I know.
- Look, I'll work fast,
okay, so you don't have
to be with him any longer
than you have to be.
All right?
- Chris, I think we should
just stay focused, okay?
- Fine.
(engine starting)
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Shawn?
- [Shawn] Maddy, how you doin'?
- Fine, how are you?
- Good, I'm busy.
- Are we still on for tonight?
- [Shawn] Yeah, sure.
- Great.
- [Shawn] Your place at seven.
- Yeah, that's right.
- All right, bye.
(birds chirping)
- See you then.
(knocking)
- Hey, you.
- Hey, thank you.
- You're welcome.
- So how you been?
Is wine okay?
- Yeah, sure, that's good.
I'm fine.
How are you holdin' up?
- Good, couldn't be better.
- Look, Maddy, while
we got a moment,
I think we gotta figure
out what we're gonna--
- No no no no no no no no no.
I just wanna have a nice
relaxing dinner date tonight,
okay?
- All right, I think we should
discuss what we're gonna do--
- No no.
Come on.
(sighs)
- So what's new with you?
(dramatic music)
- Not much.
And you?
- I can't do this,
Maddy, I can't.
We have too much to
discuss, I can't do this.
- No, not now, Shawn.
- I don't understand you.
What is wrong with you?
You can talk to me.
- I just wanna have a nice
relaxing evening with you.
- We can't.
That's all changed now.
(phone ringing)
- Um, get me some wine,
I'll answer the phone.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
No, thank you.
Not interested, thanks.
- Who was that?
- Just a survey, they
always call during dinner.
- Maddy, what's goin' on here?
- I don't know what you mean.
- God, I don't get you.
We were so good together.
- We still are.
- No.
I don't think so.
What's that smell?
- It's the food.
Hold on, I hope
it's not burning.
- Chris.
What the fuck?
- What's wrong?
- Look, Maddy, I got
something I gotta do.
- What about dinner?
- I gotta go.
I gotta go.
(birds chirping)
(beeping)
- Maddy, hey, it's Chris.
Hey, you okay?
All right, hey, look,
I'm on my way so
just wait there
for me, all right?
All right, bye.
(crickets chirping)
(dramatic music)
- Shawn?
Shawn?
Did you forget something?
(dramatic crescendo)
(muffled groans)
(knocking)
- Maddy.
- No, Shawn.
No, no!
- Please.
- No, get away from me!
I know.
- Know what?
- You killed those people.
- Look, this isn't mine.
- Get back!
You killed Tillie.
- No, Tillie's not dead.
- Yes, she is.
After you left, I
went over to her house
and I found her by the pool.
- No, she's not.
- [Maddy] And Peter and Laura.
- Peter and Laura were dead
when Tillie and I got there.
- Liar!
- No.
- Yes, just like you lied
about the Murder Club.
- It's Chris, he's the fucking--
- No, it's not!
No, it's not.
- I just left his house, Maddy.
I just left his house.
- What, did you kill him, too?
- No, but this is where I
found this covered in blood.
- Chris wouldn't do that.
- But you think I could?
Maddy, listen to me.
- Just get outta my house!
Get outta my house!
- Maddy, I'm here to
protect you, just come
before Chris gets here.
- Get outta my house!
- Listen to me!
- No!
- Just get back,
I'm warning you.
- Please, look at me.
Trust me.
(whacking)
- Ah!
(dramatic music)
(moans)
- Chris.
- Thank god you're
all right, Maddy.
I didn't think I was
gonna get here in time.
- He was trying to say that
you were the killer not him.
- He was crazy, Maddy.
Are you, okay?
- Yeah.
- Here.
Whoa, look at that.
Put that there, you
don't need that anymore.
Oh, come here.
Oh, man.
I did this for you, Maddy.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you, he was
going to kill me.
I did it because I love you.
Whoa, Maddy, I did
it all for you.
- What?
- I love you.
- Chris.
I can't.
- Why not?
I thought we could just leave
town together, you know.
- What?
- Go somewhere where
no one will find us.
- No, Chris, I can't.
- Why not?
- This is all too much for me.
- Well, I'll take
care of you, Maddy.
- Come on.
- I just need a
minute to think, okay?
- Oh, we don't have a minute.
- No, please, one
minute to think, please.
Just one minute.
- Okay, a minute
then, but hurry up.
- Okay, okay.
(panting)
Damn it!
- Hey, Maddy.
I knew I loved you
when we first met.
But it wasn't until
you killed that bitch
that I knew we were the same.
A woman that can kill
with her hands like that.
I shot a load just
thinking about it.
(dialing)
Maddy, who are you calling?
(gasps)
Come on, open the door.
Come on, Maddy.
I love you.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Go away.
Please!
- [Chris] Is that any
way to treat me, Maddy?
I saved your life.
Shawn, was going to kill you.
- No, he wasn't!
- [Chris] Well, he was going
to turn you into the police.
They all were, Maddy,
that's why they had to die.
All for you, Maddy.
What are you doing in there?
Look, can't you see
how happy we would be--
- No!
No!
(glass breaking)
(panting)
Ah!
Ah!
- Maddy, where are you going?
Maddy?
Aren't you ready to go yet?
- Ah!
(knocking)
- [Maddy] Just go away!
I won't tell anybody.
- Tell what?
You're a murderer, too, Maddy.
See, we belong together, Maddy.
Don't fight it.
Open the door.
Maddy, open the door.
Okay.
(hacking)
(screaming)
(hacking)
(screaming)
(hacking)
(whimpering)
- Ah!
Ah!
(hacking)
Ah!
- Oh, there you are, Maddy.
- Please.
Just leave me alone,
please, please.
- But we belong together.
- Please.
- You and I, and we
like to make 'em bleed.
We're killers.
(groans)
- Ah!
Ah, ah!
- Now, Maddy, that's
gonna leave a mark.
(dialing)
Tired of fucking
with you, Maddy.
Maddy, no!
- Fuck you, Chris!
- [Operator] 911, what
is your emergency?
- Help me, please, help me!
Somebody help me, send help now!
- Maddy.
- Calm down, Ma'am.
- You are a murderer, too.
- What's your situation?
(crying)
- Somebody's trying to kill me.
- Maddy, what are you doing?
- [Operator] Hello, I
can barely hear you.
Please speak up.
- Just remember.
- Hello?
- You brought this on yourself.
Hey, buddy, you need some help?
- Yeah, hey, thanks.
My tire iron's useless.
- No problem, use mine.
- Thanks.
(dramatic music)
Hey, thanks, I appreciate it.
- Yeah, no problem.
- My name's David.
- I'm Shawn, nice
to meet you David.
- So, Shawn, where you headed?
- My wedding.
- Oh, sure, you gonna be late.
- Ah, there's always time
to help others, right?
- You're a dying breed.
I am headed to Vegas,
man, I'm excited.
- So where's the bride?
- She's in the trunk.
Kidding, she's meeting me there.
- Cool.
- Hey, thanks, I
really appreciate it.
- No problem, buddy.
- David, what in the
hell is taking so long?
- We're done,
we're finishing up.
- Fine, I just
don't wanna be late.
- Oh, uh, Shawn, this
is my wife Susan.
Susan, this is Shawn,
our good Samaritan.
- Yeah, it's really
nice to meet you.
- You, too.
- Shawn's going to
Vegas to get married.
- Yup.
- Great, great.
Congratulations, listen,
we need to go now.
- Hey, good luck
with the wedding.
- Yeah, thanks,
drive careful, buddy.
- Congratulations.
(muffled screams)
- See, honey, it's a
great day for a wedding.
You'll see one day.
We belong together.
(rock music)
(tapping)
Three more hours to Vegas, baby.
(pop music)
* Watcher, beggar, hustle life
* You become alive and
then you start to aspire *
* It's what they
do in this town *
* Watch you see
will never leave *
* You can believe what
you agree can inspire *
* It will turn your
world upside down *
* Blackjack, baccarat,
black Cadillac *
* This is better than sex
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Loose jacks, smothered
eyes, can be in fact *
* This is good as it gets
* You think you're smart,
you think you're tough *
* But it's not enough to
stop from losing before you *
* You will never
learn from your past *
* While you're here you
have no fear what is it *
* For you will have
to wait for tomorrow *
* A sobering fire
that won't last *
* Blackjack, baccarat,
black Cadillac *
* This is better than sex
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Loose jacks, smothered
eyes, can be in fact *
* This is good as it gets
* Rich mayors,
billionaires, royalty *
* Gambling in Sin City
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Rock stars, movie
stars big bodyguards *
* Spending lots of money
* It isn't still
tragedy to succeed *
* This record stands
without doubt *
* Without doubt
* And it's goes on, on
and on till your down *
* Your luckiest
friends are the house *
* It's getting better,
so much better than sex *
* It's getting better,
so much better than sex *
* Just as good as it gets
(upbeat electronic music)
- Woo!
- Whoa!
That was a good party, man.
- Come on, man.
- Whoah, hey, dude, did
you see that redhead?
- No, dude, not the redhead,
the blond with the, you know.
- Oh yeah, her friend?
- Bazooms.
Bazooms.
- Her friend was awesome, man.
All right, man, I'm outta here.
- Hey, you gonna be all
right to drive, Todd?
- Dude, I'm fine.
- Are you sure?
- Dude, not only do you
look like my Mom right now,
but you sound like her, too.
- Whatever, you know you
want a piece of this!
(laughs)
All right, my brother, I'll
see you at the game tomorrow.
- All right, good night.
- All right.
Drive safe.
- You, too.
Welcome to Hollywood.
What's your dream,
what's your dream?
Julia Roberts ain't
got nothin' on me.
(groans)
(groans)
Fuckin' heels.
How do chicks do this?
Oh god.
(rattling)
Who's there?
Mom?
Is that you?
Come on, Simon, stop
fucking around, man.
(rattling)
- [Man] Woo hoo hoo!
- Stupid.
Shit.
(dramatic electronic music)
(whacking)
(thrilling music)
(dialing)
(dog barking)
- Todd, it's me.
I'm sitting here waiting for
you topless in the backyard.
Now, get the fuck home, bye!
(dramatic music)
Todd, is that you?
Todd?
(dramatic electronic music)
Todd?
No fuckin' blow jobs for a year.
(screams)
(bashing)
(upbeat electronic music)
* Let me tell you all the pain
* Trying to hold one down
the drain, it's nothing *
* It's not the flame
that burns insane *
* Slipped up nothing
* Hold me badly
* I don't fit in anymore
* Sell me gently
* Just like everyone before
* I don't miss the
things unfixed *
* But the sanctity
were left unmixed *
* It's not the song
you used to sing *
* The simply unfelt
child you bring *
* Don't fight tomorrow or
crush the heart that's hollow *
* Despite how we felt
* Hold me badly
* I don't fit in anymore
* Sell me gently
* Just like everyone before
(phone ringing)
- [Shawn] This is Shawn.
- Shawn, buddy, what's up?
- Hey, what's up, Chris?
- [Chris] You still
on for Saturday?
- Sure thing.
- Straight up.
Dude, Tillie's parties
are usually good, man.
I just hope there are some
hotties there this time.
- There will be, buddy.
- [Chris] Does your, uh,
new skirt start today?
- Yeah, she just got here.
- [Chris] Bring her
on Saturday, man.
Best way to check out the
merchandise is in a bathing
suit.
Or out of it, man.
- Real classy, dude.
- Excuse me, Mr. Banning?
- [Shawn] Yes?
- Miss Patterson's
here to see you.
- Hey, man, I gotta go.
I'll talk to you later on.
- All right, man.
- All right.
I'll see you later.
- All right, bye.
- Maddy, please.
Call me, Maddy.
- Shawn, pleasure.
Here, I'm sorry.
Here you go, have a seat.
I'm normally not a messy person.
- It's okay, it's really okay.
- There were a couple
sections I noticed here
that weren't filled in.
- [Maddy] Oh.
- Yeah, under in
case of emergency,
please contact.
- Right.
- You haven't listed anyone.
- I know, I don't
really have anybody.
- I'll tell you what.
I'll fill in my
name and information
that way I can help if any--
- Well, actually, I think I
can find somebody to put down.
- No, it'll be fine, really.
It's not a bother at all.
- Thank you.
- Okay, all finished.
Now, let's go check
out your office.
- Oh my god.
This is great.
- Yeah.
This used to be my office
until about a week ago.
There's a lot of
good memories here.
- Wow.
This is my office.
Welcome to my office.
- All right, I'll let you go
sit down for a minutes, okay?
Do you wanna grab some
lunch maybe later?
- No, actually I
brought some from home.
- Okay, how about
tomorrow then, my treat.
- Sounds good.
- Let me know if you
have any questions, okay?
- I will.
Buh-bye.
(piano playing)
(laughing)
(crickets chirping)
(wine splashing)
Congratulations, Maddy.
Oh my god.
I can't believe
you guys did this.
Congrats.
Maddy, congratulations.
We couldn't think of anyone
more deserving than you.
Love, Mom and Dad.
Oh god.
This is so sweet.
It means so much
to me, thank you.
Okay, let's toast.
To Maddy, we are
so proud of you.
Okay.
Okay, let's eat.
(dramatic music)
(muffled screams)
- [Woman] Murderer!
(gasps)
(sighing)
- [Maddy] So is there
anything I should
know about the office?
- Like what?
- You know, like
office politics.
Who should be avoided,
who can be trusted.
You know, that sorta thing.
- There's actually
some important
information you should know.
One of our employees
was murdered last week.
- What?
- Yeah, Todd Reynolds.
He was leaving a party at
Montebello and he was killed.
- Oh my god.
- He used to do
my job, actually.
That's why I got the new office.
In fact, you were
hired for my old job.
- Really?
Did you know him very well?
- No, I mean, he was
brought in as my boss
a couple months ago, but
I really didn't know him
outside the nine
to five routine.
- Hm.
- I mean, not only was he
sliced open right there
in the street, but a friend
of his and his girlfriend
were killed, too, that night.
(birds chirping)
- God.
Welcome to Hollywood.
- Yeah.
Changing the subject,
would you like
to have dinner with me sometime?
- Perhaps.
- Perhaps?
What kinda answer is perhaps?
- It's the only kind
you're gonna get right now.
- Well, how 'bout I say
I'm not gonna take no
or even maybe for
an answer right now?
- Okay.
Not Taco Bell.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
(crickets chirping)
- [Shawn] Let's go.
(laughing)
- Uh, excuse the mess.
- Whatever.
- Isn't that what
I'm supposed to say?
- Whatever.
Whatever.
- Whatever?
- Mm-hmm.
- Whatever.
Whatever.
What are you doing, are you hot?
- Yeah, it's kinda hot.
You can ride with me.
Really warm.
(moaning)
(laughing)
- What?
What?
- You tickled me.
- I was gonna say,
you're not supposed
to be laughin' right now.
(laughing)
- I'm sorry.
- You're sorry?
- Yeah.
- You should be.
- Tell you what.
- What?
- Why don't we go
in the bedroom?
- God, yeah.
One second.
- Okay.
- Give me one second.
- That's my kinda man.
- I hope so.
- I know so.
I hope so, too.
- I know so.
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Todd?
Is that you?
(screaming)
(gasping)
- It's just a dream.
It's okay now.
Are you okay?
It's just a dream, are you okay?
- Oh, Jesus.
(sighing)
- You were about to
give me a heart attack.
Are you okay, now?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- I'm okay.
- You wanna tell me about it?
Hm?
- No.
No, it's okay.
It's okay.
- Okay, suit yourself.
I gotta get goin'.
- You want some coffee?
- Thanks, but, really,
I gotta get goin'.
- Suit yourself.
(crickets chirping)
- I would like to see you again.
(laughs)
What?
- You will, this
morning, at the office.
- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I know what you meant.
I do, too.
I had a really great
time last night.
I just, um.
I hope you don't think
I'm using you or anything.
- I don't.
Last night we just
had this connection.
This whole week's
pretty magical.
- Yeah, like the newest
ride at Disneyland, right?
- Look, I know it sounds corny--
- No, I am kidding,
I am kidding.
I know.
- I'd like you to meet
some of my friends.
A friend of mine, Tillie,
is having this party.
Tomorrow.
She got this big ass house.
She got a hot tub, a pool.
It'll be a lot of fun.
- Okay.
- A lot of fun.
- Sounds good.
- I really wasn't
sure you should
meet my friends just yet, but.
- No, it's fine.
I'd like to go.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
- Great, I gotta split.
- Okay, go!
- Push me into this door.
- Goodbye.
- See you later.
- See you soon.
- Bye-bye.
* I wanna make your body move
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
* Take you higher
- Woo, welcome,
welcome, come on in.
You can put drinks over there.
How you doin'?
- Sorry we're late.
- Oh, it's okay, the
party hasn't even started.
Nobody's naked yet.
(laughs)
- Oh!
(roaring)
- What's up, Keith?
- What's up, guys?
(claps)
- What's up, man?
- Right on, man.
- What up?
- Good to see ya.
- What you up to?
- So how's that new
promotion treatin' you?
- Shit, when you
gonna get a raise?
I got some bills, brotha!
- Shut the fuck up.
(laughs)
- They ever catch
that killer yet?
- No, not yet.
- Man, that's fucked up.
How hard can it be to
catch some dumb fuck
that has a thing for trannies?
- Shit, I don't know.
- Man.
- Hey, Shawn.
- Hey, sweetie, what's up?
- Hey, I'm not here, am I?
- Dude.
- I need to put
lotion on my back.
Let's go.
- Bye, Keith.
(laughing)
- He is so fucking wimpy.
- Yeah.
Speaking of.
- What?
- Tell me about your date.
- It was good.
- And?
- Maddy's nice.
- Oh blah blah blah.
- What about the sex?
- What?
- Come on, was it hot?
She kinky, isn't she?
Come on, dude.
- You need to get fuckin' laid.
(blubbering)
I'm working on it.
- I don't know.
- Ah.
- She's gonna be here
later, so I need you
to be cool, for real.
Serious.
- Of course, dude.
What's my name, come on.
- I'm serious.
- Shit.
Imma go get another
beer, you want one?
- Yeah, while you're out.
- Same thing.
- All right.
(rock music)
* I heard you on the radio
* I don't know what
to say to you *
* I thought I'd
turn a little bit *
- Hello, gorgeous.
(splashing)
- Hello.
Did I miss anything?
- I don't know, did you miss me?
- Oh, you're all wet.
(laughs)
It's a pool party.
How was your day?
- It was good.
- Here comes the man candy!
(shouts)
(splashes)
- Yeah, very funny.
- Oh my god.
- Such a jerk.
- You must be Maddy.
- Yes, I am.
- Be gentle.
- I'm Chris, but most
folks call me Big Chris.
- Hi Big Chris.
(laughing)
- Ah ha ha ha ha ha.
Yeah, laugh it up,
all right, ha ha ha.
Somebody give me a beer
'cause it's naked time!
(shouts)
- Woo!
- Woo hoo.
* And now it's up to you
* Whatever you want to do
- Are you okay with this?
- Yes, I am.
- Good lord.
I leave for a second
and look what happens.
- Oh shit.
(splashing)
- Hold this, would you?
- Yeah.
- Well, hello.
I'm, Tillie, welcome to my orgy.
I hope you're not
too frightened.
- No, I am not
frightened, thank you.
- Thanks, doll.
- What?
I don't.
- What was that?
- What?
- What do you mean what?
- What?
- Forget it.
- What, she pushed.
What?
- Mind if I join you?
- No, go right ahead.
- Thanks.
- Shawn's really great, huh?
- Yeah, I like him.
- We dated for a while,
but it didn't work out.
- Really?
- Yup, he decided we were
better off friends than lovers.
But I'm really
glad you're happy.
- Stop right there.
Are you telling any
more of your lies?
- Why lie when then
truth is so much better?
I need a refill.
- Go.
(sighs)
- Sheesh.
Are you having fun?
- Oh, yeah, havin' a great time.
- What did Tillie say?
- Not too much, it
was just girl talk.
- Did she tell you
we used to date?
- Yeah.
- I think she still wants me.
(laughs)
- No kidding.
- Seriously, though, don't
believe everything she tells
you.
- Why should I,
should I believe you?
- Yeah, just.
I got nothin' to hide.
Woo!
(splashes)
- Boys will be boys.
- Hey, Maddy, come on in.
- We're not done talking yet.
- [Shawn] Yes you are,
come on in, honey.
- Sorry.
I can't refuse a naked
man that calls me, honey.
- It's cold, it's cold.
- Oh, make me warm, thank you.
(laughs)
(yelling)
- Chris, Chris!
(yelling)
- Ah!
- Chris.
- What the fuck?
- To the victor go the spoils!
(laughing)
- Get it!
Get it!
For a dude without
pants, it's not funny.
- Not till I see her tits.
- [Maddy] Get it back!
- Let me see your boobies!
- Get it back, Shawn!
(laughing)
- [Chris] No, I
wanna see her tits.
- Yeah, Chris, you
wanna see tits?
Well, there they are.
And fuck, you, Chris!
Fuck, you, too, Shawn.
Thanks a lot!
- Maddy!
- [Man] Woo!
- Ah, shit.
- You in the dog house?
- Yup, how'd you know?
- I am, too.
(laughing)
- So be it.
- Boo!
(shouts)
(laughs)
- What is this, the
Romper Room or something?
- Truce.
- Truce.
- Let me make it up to ya.
- I'm afraid to ask how.
- A dance, my lady.
A flower for the pretty lady?
- Oh.
(sighs)
(humming)
(laughing)
(neighing like a horse)
(laughing)
(guitar playing)
- The reason why
I've called you all
in here today is
that I have Herpes.
It's curable, but highly
contagious in water.
- [Woman] Ill, gross, shut up!
- Guys, be sensitive.
I mean, Chris over here really
does have Herpes, right?
Tell 'em.
- Fuck you, man,
my shit is clean!
Hey, you wanna see?
- No no no.
(laughing)
- That's what I thought.
- Sit your ass down.
- That's what I thought.
- So how long you guys
have been friends?
- Last week, isn't that it?
- You're so lucky to have
such a good group of friends.
- Ah, well, thanks, Maddy.
How about you, do you
have many friends?
- Not really, I travel
around a lot, you know.
Actually, the date that I
went on with Shawn last week
was the first one I've
been on in about a year.
- A year, that's more
pathetic than me, you know?
- No, she's not.
- Really?
- Not even close.
- Shit, I thought I was
gonna lose my title there.
- To answer your question,
Chris and I were roommates.
We used to work together.
- Till they fired me!
Oh, I'm sorry, laid me off.
- And as you already know,
Shawn and I used to date.
Laura and I were
roommates a few years ago,
and her and Peter were
high school sweethearts.
- Well, thank you for
inviting me to this.
This is a really great party.
- [Tillie] My pleasure.
- Shawn, did you tell
Maddy about our club yet?
- No, not yet.
- What?
- Nothin'.
- What club?
- It's nothin'.
- Fine, don't tell me then.
- It's all right.
- It's nothin'.
- It's the Murder Club.
- Oh, that club.
No, I hadn't told her yet.
- You can't be serious.
- Oh, dead serious.
- It's no big deal though.
I mean, it's like a hobby.
It's no big deal.
- You know what, guys, I
think I'm gonna get that beer.
(splashing)
- I don't understand,
the Murder Club?
- Yeah, you see, when me
and Shawn were roommates
we didn't have much money.
- Yeah.
You see, so we had to steal
pretty much everything.
You know, food, supplies.
- Beer, don't forget the beer.
- And beer.
But, after a while we
started like, you know,
gettin' into the thrill of it.
- God, the fuckin'
adrenaline rush, woo hoo!
Okay, so it was my idea to
take it to the next level,
so the next beer run I
went on I took a gun.
- Which brings us to level two,
armed robbery.
- Uh huh, yeah.
- Now, instead of us like
sneakin' around, we would feed
off the fear of our victims.
- Oh, man.
I mean, this fuckin' one
time, I came so fuckin' close
to poppin' this guy, it was
better than sex, I swear to god.
- No, dude, I think that's
because you're doin' it wrong.
(mocking laughter)
- That's where I came in.
Shawn and I were dating
and I caught him one night
with a gun in his pants so
I asked what he was doin'.
- So what'd you do?
- What do you think I did?
I took the gun and ran
to the nearest 7-Eleven.
Boy, were they right
about the adrenaline.
I ran home and told
Laura and Peter.
- I came up with the idea
of calling it a club.
- The Murder Club.
- Yeah.
- Not yet.
See, now, this was
just the Gangsta Club.
- Let's work.
(laughs)
- For real, I mean you guys
were like a Wild West gang?
- Nah, this was just
for fun, not for profit.
(laughing)
- So we had level one,
basic shoplifting,
level two, armed robbery.
- And then we added level three.
- Murder.
- Damn right murder.
- So you've all
killed someone before?
- Well, that's how
you become a member.
- But it's not that
big of a deal any more.
- Hey, once a member,
always a member.
- Shawn, did you kill somebody?
- Hell yeah, he has,
he's a charter member.
- That's me.
- Oh my god.
- No one's ever been caught.
- Well, see, that's
where the club comes in.
- We provide air-tight
alibis when needed.
- Shawn, who did you kill?
- Which time?
- The first time
was an accident.
I was performing a level
two on this guy, he was
at this ATM, and he just like
turned and he came at me.
The gun just went off.
- Came over to my
house covered in blood.
I saved him, gave him his alibi.
Chris helped him dispose of
the gun and clean up his car.
- Yeah, you guys
were a great help.
(crickets chirping)
- But I don't understand.
- Well, we were all
insanely jealous.
I mean, he reached
level three before us.
- I was still at
level one at the time,
I just couldn't bring
myself to carry a gun.
- This is just all
to freaky for me.
- It was for me too, at
first, but I came around.
In fact, by the end of the
first week, I was on level two
on my way to a
level three, right?
- [Chris] Yeah,
yeah, that's right.
- But don't you think
you'll get caught?
I mean, how can you trust
me, you don't even know me.
- But I know you.
(Chris laughs)
- We'd all like to
get to know you.
- Shut the fuck up.
- I think what bothers
me the most about this is
it doesn't really bother
me that much at all.
- Damn, that's my kinda woman.
- So who was the first
person you killed, Chris?
- Oh, I mean, as you can imagine
I had to catch up to Shawn.
- Like always.
- So that night I went out
and popped this guy in his car.
I mean, it was awesome.
So I push his car down this
guardrail right into the river.
- Does he always use a gun?
Everyone uses a gun?
- Nah.
For the first one
it's easier 'cause
you're not so connected
to the victim, you know?
- [Peter] Shit, for
my first I used an ax.
- That's right.
- That's right.
- Laura and I were on vacation
at this Bed and Breakfast
up north, stole an
ax from the woodshed
and headed into town.
Find some homeless
guy in the alley,
chopped him up like firewood.
(laughs)
- Oh my god, that's horrible.
- Is it, really, I mean
the dude was homeless.
- I heard that.
(laughing)
- I'm overwhelmed.
- That's okay, you don't have
to join your first visit.
- What?
- He means, this
ain't Scientology.
We won't force you to join.
(laughing)
- Yeah, you know what,
it's my turn to go piss.
- Shake it more
than three times,
you're playing with yourself.
(splashing)
- You can't be serious.
I mean, the Murder Club?
- Fine, I mean, hey,
don't believe us,
but some of our parties are
members only, right guys?
- So did any of you guys do
in the guy from the office?
- Oh, no no.
See, that's a rule.
We never kill anyone we know.
- Never say never, Chris.
- I'd kill the first person who
said something behind my back.
- Okay
- Okay.
- I think it's time to go.
- All right.
- Yeah.
(laughing)
- Okay.
- Oh shit.
- Hey, Maddy, you're
not gonna tell
anybody about our club, are you?
- They wouldn't
believe me anyway.
- Maddy, be good to the
club because you never know
when you're gonna need the
club to be good to you.
- Okay.
(splashes)
- Just a little bit, so what?
(beeping)
You sure I can't
come over tonight?
- Shawn, I've got a lot
to do tonight, okay?
- Just for an hour, please?
- Seriously, I'm so tired.
I've gotta go shopping,
I've got errands.
Don't make a little baby face.
Come on, now, it's
not gonna work.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
- Fine.
I'll just go to the Pleasure
Chest and get some porn.
- Do what you gotta do.
- Maddy?
- What?
- Drive safe, I'll
see ya tomorrow.
- Okay.
- Unless you cancel that, too.
- Shawn?
- What?
- Grow up.
You can spend one
night alone, can't you?
- Yeah, but I'd just
rather spend it with you.
(sighing)
(crickets chirping)
- Till tomorrow, okay?
- All right.
Good night.
- Good night.
- Drive safe.
(engine revving)
(moaning)
- I hate you, you make me sick!
- Fuckin' bitch!
You're a whore.
- Fucker!
- Shut up, bitch!
- I'll make you bleed.
(moaning)
(dramatic music)
(moaning)
- Oh my god.
(snapping)
(gasping)
(breathing heavily)
- [Woman] You Jezebel.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- [Woman] Murderer.
- [Man] You're
father was a killer.
- [Woman] You slut!
- [Man] We're going
up the right street.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- [Woman] Murderer.
Murderer.
My daughter is a murderer.
(birds chirping)
(crow cawing)
(phone ringing)
(banging)
(phone ringing)
(door slamming)
- Hello?
Hey girl, how are you?
- Oh, you're coming in to town?
Great.
- [Maddy] Jesus.
- Great, great.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah, where you
have to go to get it?
- I said excuse me.
(door slamming)
I said excuse me.
- I am on the phone.
- No, you're not.
(smashing)
- Fuckin' bitch!
- Fuckin' bitch!
Fuck!
You fuckin' bitch!
(cracking)
(splattering)
(grunting)
(cracking)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Murderer, murderer!
Murderer!
(breathing heavily)
Murderer!
- What is wrong with me?
- [Man] The Murder Club.
What is wrong with me?
(whimpering)
- [Woman] Murderer.
Murderer!
My daughter is a murderer.
- [Man] Maddy, be
good to the club.
- Shut up.
- [Man] Because you never
know when you're gonna
need the club to be good to you.
- Shut up.
- [Woman] You are a whore.
Murderer.
- [Man] The Murder Club.
- I can't even think.
Can't come up.
This can't come up again.
- Murderer!
Murderer!
- What're you gonna do?
- [Woman] My daughter
is a murderer.
- [Man] Maddy, you gotta
be good to the club
because you never
know when you're
gonna need the club
to be good to you.
(sniffling)
(knocking)
- Maddy?
You okay?
Came as quick as I could.
- I did it.
- You did what?
Oh my god, Maddy.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Maddy, what did you do?
- I killed her.
- What?
Who?
- No one, just, just some woman.
- We gotta get you cleaned up.
- No, see, I left the blood
on so that you'd believe me.
- What are you talkin' about?
- For the Murder Club.
I'm a member now, right?
- What?
- I'm a full-fledged
member, right?
(sighing)
- Maddy, well, what happened?
- She dinged my car with
her door so I killed her.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I bashed her brains
in, you know.
I just.
I bashed her brains in.
- Come on.
Come on, come on.
- I just hate that you
weren't there to see me.
You would have been
so proud of me.
(water running)
- Maddy, why would you do this?
- I told you why,
she dinged my car.
- All right.
Did anyone see you?
I mean, where did this happen?
- It was at the parking
garage at the store.
- Yeah.
- I don't think anybody saw me.
- And then what?
- I woke up and there
was blood everywhere.
But I think we need an alibi.
You know?
- What?
- I don't know, but we need
to get our stories straight.
- You really got this
worked out, don't you?
- I think Tillie
should be the alibi.
That would be better, right?
- Whatever you say.
- Fuck me, honey!
- What?
- Make love to me right now.
- I can't.
I can't, okay?
- Why not?
- I have to go home.
- Who's breaking our date now?
- Maddy, I have
some reports I have
to get done by tomorrow morning.
- You're mad at me, aren't you?
- Why would you say that?
- You didn't want me to join
your Murder Club, did you?
- Maddy, it was a secret, okay?
Besides, you should
get some sleep.
Lean back, come on.
I'll figure out we
need to do, okay?
- I can help you.
- No, I have more experience
with this than you do.
You just rest.
I'll take care of everything.
Hey, Chris, thanks
for calling back.
Hey, man, we got some trouble.
Yeah, Maddy, she
fuckin' killed a woman.
I don't know.
We gotta get
together and discuss.
I thought of that, but
let's just wait and see.
I know.
Who'd have believed
us, we were drunk!
The Murder Club, come on?
I know that, we were
fuckin' with her.
I thought she knew
we were kidding.
Dude, your sick, be serious.
All right.
I'll see you tonight.
All right, bye.
- I'll get a rough draft
to you by Wednesday,
then you can have more
time to work on it.
- I like the way you think.
She's got a real
killer instinct here.
Thanks, Maddy.
I'll see you later.
Bye-bye.
- So how's it goin'?
- It's good.
- I haven't seen
you all morning.
You okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.
- It's just I'm
worried about you.
- I said I'm fine.
I have a lotta work to do now.
I just wish you would go.
- This isn't like you, Maddy.
What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
Look, if you wanna meet me
for lunch, alone, we can talk.
Right now, I have way too
much work I have to do.
- Wait, I can't because
I'm having lunch
with a client today.
- How 'bout dinner, my house?
- Uh, I told Chris I was gonna
meet him at the gym tonight.
I can't.
- Mm, okay, whatever.
Just let me know.
- Don't be like that.
We can just get
together after the--
- Just look, I'm
fine, I said I'm fine.
I have a lotta work to do.
I would just appreciate
it if you went.
- Okay.
I'm working on that
other thing, too.
- What thing?
- You know, the
dent in your car.
I'm working on that.
- Okay, fine.
(dramatic music)
Just go.
(birds chirping)
- I didn't get you a beer.
What do you think that is?
- Where the hell have you been?
- I'm sorry, I just
had to make sure
that Maddy left the
office before I did.
- What up?
- So you wanna tell me what
the hell is going on, bro?
- Chris, did you
tell him anything?
- Nope, it's all you, buddy.
- Is this about Maddy?
- Yeah, look, I think
we're all in big trouble.
- How?
- You remember
the other night we
were all just sittin'
around talkin'?
- Yes.
- And we told Maddy
about the club?
- Yeah.
- Maddy killed someone.
- What?
- A woman.
- Wait a minute, we
were fucking with her.
- Oh my god.
- It was just a joke.
(laughs)
- Yeah, man, she
offed some bitch
at the store that
dinged her car.
- Oh, that's terrible.
- Wait a minute, Shawn,
it was a fucking joke.
- I know it was a
joke, but we never
told her it was a fucking joke.
- What, that makes it our fault?
- Well, we kinda
dared her to do it.
- I didn't.
- Fuck you, you didn't.
You were the first one who
started this whole thing.
- Oh, whatever.
- So did you call the police?
- No, not yet.
- Why not?
- Because we are accomplices.
- The hell we are, dude.
- How do you figure that?
- We dared her to
do this, to join.
- I understand that, but
we were fucking with her.
- Peter, she didn't know
we were fucking with her.
If she goes to the cops,
they may see her side of it.
- So what do we do?
- We gotta do something.
- I don't know.
- Why don't we just
forget about it?
- And then what if
she gets caught?
- Well, then, you get
yourself a new girlfriend.
(laughs)
- Yeah, so does she, in prison.
- That's so not funny.
- The way I see it,
we have three options.
The first choice, we go to the
cops and we just
take our chances.
- [Peter] Sounds good to me.
- The second choice is that
we forget about everything.
I'll tell Maddy it was a joke.
I won't tell on her.
I won't go to the
cops or nothin'.
- Okay, next option.
That's not gonna work.
- Well, the third choice,
we pretend that there
is a Murder Club only we know
that Maddy's the only member,
but we all have to protect her.
We give her an
airtight alibi and
strike any evidence that
there is a against her.
- Then we really
are accomplices.
- Look, dude, I'm sorry, but
she's your fuckin' girlfriend
so she's your fuckin' problem.
- No, Peter, we're all involved
in this, like it or not.
- Tillie's right,
we're in this together.
- Okay, well, what
are we gonna do?
- I like the third option.
I mean, in fact, once
we get the club setup
I got a few people
I'd like to kill, too.
- That is so not funny, Chris.
- I'm meeting with
Maddy tomorrow night
so we have to kinda decide
something right now.
Or at least by tomorrow morning.
- Can you imagine if she
found out we were kidding?
- I know, she'd have to
kill us to hide her secret.
- [Shawn] Chris, would you
be fuckin' serious for a sec.
- [Chris] I am.
- Let's take a vote on this.
- Vote on what?
- Well, choice one, the police.
Choice two, we just
forget everything.
Or choice three,
the Murder Club.
- Three.
- I vote on two, I don't
wanna get involved.
- Guys, one is clearly
the only option.
- I'm with Peter.
I mean, at least if we
go to the police now
we can tell our side of the
story before it's too late.
- Okay, we all
have to agree here.
If one person gonna
go to the cops
then we're all just
gonna get turned in.
- Yeah, because I
just do not have the
waistline for an
orange jumpsuit.
I don't look good, I had a
lot of bagels this morning.
- Why don't we do this?
Why don't we all
sleep on it tonight
and tomorrow morning
we'll call Shawn
and we'll let him know
what we're gonna do.
- Yeah, yeah, wait,
but if one person goes
to the police, we
all go down, okay?
- For what, joking at a party?
- [Shawn] Clearly we didn't
kill anyone ourselves.
But we are still
to blame for this.
- [Tillie] I don't think
sweet little Maddy woulda
killed anybody if we hadn't
been fucking with her.
- [Shawn] Thank you.
- Look, I know we
were all there,
but that doesn't change the
fact that a woman is dead.
- Oh, lighten up, Laura.
People die every day.
- Hey, look, dickhead.
I'm telling you right now.
- Okay.
- [Peter] If you don't--
- We're entitled to our
feelings here, guys,
but this decision is
gonna affect all of us.
That's why we're here, that's
why we're discussing this.
- You're right.
- So let's do what Tillie says.
Just go home tonight,
we'll sleep on it.
Tomorrow morning, you guys
give me a call on my cell.
Just give me your answers.
Agreed?
- Agreed.
- Agreed.
- Chris!
- Sure.
- Fine.
- Great.
Now, just try to think
with an open mind.
'Cause Maddy's my friend.
Maddy's our friend now.
She trusts us, guys, and
we owe her our loyalty.
All right?
- [Chris] Later, I'm outta here.
(birds chirping)
- Bye.
- Come on, Shawn.
- All right.
- All right.
- All right, I'll see you
guys later, all right?
(birds chirping)
(crickets chirping)
(birds chirping)
(splashing)
- Honey, are you coming?
- How's the water?
- You know, it's a little brisk,
but you'll get used to it.
- A little, it's
freezing in here.
- Hey, come here,
I'll keep you warm.
(shivering)
Damn, look at the stars tonight.
You know, they're like tiny
angles staring down at us.
(laughs)
- Yeah, the little
tiny angels all say
you're going to hell for
not calling the police.
- Wait, what?
- Just feeling
guilty, that's all.
What else is new?
- Okay, you know, we can go
to the police if you want to.
- I know, I know,
but all the others.
- Listen, we have to decide
based on what we want.
Okay, you and I.
I mean, I'm sorry, but
the hell with the others.
(laughs)
- Honey, how can you say that?
They're our friends.
- Yeah, they're our friends that
got us into this mess, Laura.
- Excuse me, but
I believe someone
killed a homeless
man with an ax.
- Whatever.
- Not whatever, look,
we were all there, okay?
I just, I don't wanna make some
horrible mistake, that's all.
What was that?
(dramatic music)
- I don't know.
All right, I'll go check it out.
Hey, don't worry.
I'm sure it's just an
animal or something.
(crickets chirping)
(shivering)
- Peter?
Peter?
Peter, what's going on?
(shouts)
(splashing)
Goddammit, Peter, you scared me!
- I know, I'm sorry.
- What was it?
- [Peter] I don't know.
- Opossum, I guess.
(dramatic crescendo)
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(whimpering)
- Please, somebody help me.
Please, somebody help!
Please don't, please, please.
Please don't, please
don't, please don't.
Please don't, please
don't, please don't.
(electric shocking)
(crickets chirping)
- Hello, Shawn.
- Jesus Christ!
Maddy, I didn't see you there.
- Sorry.
- How you doin'?
- [Maddy] Good.
Better.
- That's good.
- How was the gym last night?
- Huh?
- [Maddy] The gym, you
went with Chris, right?
- Yeah, it was
crowded, took forever.
- How was your night?
I tried to call you,
but you weren't home.
- Didn't have any
message on my machine.
Your number wasn't
on my caller ID.
- Oh, I called
from my cell phone.
I didn't wanna bother you.
- Well, I got dinner at Del
Taco then I went to bed early.
The ringer on my
phone was turned off.
- Oh.
- So I guess we're
on for tonight then,
- Yeah, sure, definitely.
- Great.
I miss you.
- I miss you, too.
- Oh, um, what did
the others say?
- What?
- The Murder Club, what did they
say about me becoming a member?
- I haven't told 'em yet.
- Not even Chris at the gym?
- No, there was like no time.
- Well, let me
know what they say.
I'm sure they'll
be very surprised.
- Shawn.
- Yes, Maddy.
- I have to find
the files for George
on the manufacturing costs and--
(phone ringing)
- Excuse me.
Hello.
Yes.
Wait, hold on one second.
I need to take this
in my office, okay?
I'll stop by your
office in a little bit.
Yeah, Tillie, sorry about that.
No, she was just here.
No, I have no--
(gasping)
- Maddy, how's it going?
(sighs)
- Good, thank you.
(dramatic music)
- Oh my god, Laura.
- I know, just get some rest.
(heels clicking)
- God help you.
- I'm sorry.
- That's not enough.
The good lord tells
us murder is a sin.
- [Maddy] I didn't
murder anybody.
- It's the worst sin
that you can commit.
- [Maddy] Mom, please!
- Maddy, you are a whore.
Pregnant, wasn't
that enough for you
to destroy our family?
- [Maddy] I didn't
destroy our family, Mom.
- Oh, of course you didn't.
I, I, I, you only think
of yourself, you slut.
But, no, whore was too
good for you, Jezebel,
so you killed your baby.
- It was an abortion, mother.
- Murderer, murderer.
My daughter is a murderer.
(sobbing)
- I just can't take this.
I can't take this.
This is too much for me.
- You shoulda thought
about that before.
Did you think you could
keep this from us?
From God?
- No, that's not what I meant.
- [Mother] Well, what is it?
Your eternal soul
is damned to hell.
- Mom, please!
- The Bible is very clear.
I can't do anything
to help you now.
That bastard child was
one thing, but this!
- Mom, people do
this all the time.
- And that's why hell is full!
We didn't raise you
to be like this.
You are a murderer.
- Maybe the Bible's wrong.
(gasps)
- Get out!
(groans)
- Phyllis, wait, please.
- Carl, our daughter
is a murderer.
- Mom, please.
- You're mother and
I we're, we're only
trying to do what's
best for you.
- Get out of our house.
- Daddy, please.
- Phyllis, she's,
she's our daughter.
She's still our daughter.
- No, our daughter is dead,
dead to us and dead to God.
- Maddy, ask God
for forgiveness.
Ask God for forgiveness, now!
- I said, get out!
I want you out of my
house this instant.
- Mom, please.
I am not your mother anymore.
Get out!
- I hate you, I hate you both!
- How can we face our
friends in church, now?
Our daughter is dead.
(speaking Spanish)
- What?
- Lady, wake up, this is my car.
(birds chirping)
- Oh.
I'm, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Tillie?
Tillie?
Oh my god, Tillie!
(dramatic music)
Oh my god!
Tillie!
(gasping)
Oh my god!
Oh!
Shawn.
Oh my god!
Oh, Shawn.
Oh my god!
Oh, oh!
(knocking)
(knocking)
- Hold on.
- Oh my god, Chris,
thank god you're home.
- Maddy, what is it?
- Oh god.
It's Tillie.
- What?
- Tillie's dead.
- Oh, are you sure?
- Yeah, I saw her.
- [Chris] What did
you see, Maddy?
- Shawn did it.
- What?
- Shawn killed her.
- Whoa, Shawn, well,
why would you say that?
- Because I was watching the
house from across the street
and after he left, I went
in and I saw her body.
It was awful.
Oh my god, whoa,
sit down, sit down.
It's gonna be okay, all right?
Let me get you something
to drink, all right?
One second.
Here you go.
Sorry, it's all I have.
- It's okay.
- You know, Maddy, Shawn
told us you killed someone.
- I know he told you.
- Did you really do that?
- Yeah, but it was,
it was an accident.
- What?
- I was fighting with this
woman in this parking garage
and I took her head and I
hit it against the cement,
but I didn't mean to kill her.
- Man, Shawn told us that--
- No, I know, I just.
I just wanted to join
the club, you know?
I just wanted you
guys to like me.
I just wanted Shawn to like me.
- Yeah, Maddy, about the club.
- I know, you guys
made it all up.
- Look, I'm sorry, okay.
We were just fucking around.
- It's too late.
Besides, Shawn has gone
crazy or something.
- I can't believe Shawn
would kill Tillie.
- He did.
He slit her throat, there
was blood everywhere.
- But you're okay
now, though, okay?
Come here.
- No, Chris.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
- Fine, fine, fine.
I'll go get dressed.
We'll go see if we
can find Shawn, okay?
- Chris, you believe me, right?
- You know what,
I don't know what
to believe anymore, Maddy.
- I mean, this doesn't
sound like Shawn
and there's gotta
be an explanation.
I don't know, I have no idea.
- Well, you know that I
didn't do this, right?
Chris, you know, I heard Tillie
say something about Laura.
- What about Laura?
- I don't know, I couldn't
hear the conversation,
but she said
something about Laura.
- So what do you
wanna do, Maddy?
- I think we should go
over to Peter and Laura's.
See what they know.
- Okay.
(dramatic music)
- Laura!
Peter!
- Yo, Pete.
- Are you home?
- Pete, where are you?
- Laura!
- No, Maddy.
Oh my god.
- Oh my god.
- This is horrible.
Maddy, no.
Oh my god.
Maddy, come here.
- Did Shawn do this, too?
- Why would you say that?
- Who else?
- I don't know.
We can call him, ask
him, I don't know.
- He wouldn't tell us anyway.
- Well, he's not guilty
until proven innocent.
Can't say that.
- I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get outta here.
- All right, hold on, whoa.
Hey.
So now what, Maddy?
- If Shawn didn't do
this, then who did?
- I don't know.
- We need proof,
you know, something.
He's never gonna admit
that he did this.
- No, he's not.
- So what are we gonna do?
- I don't know, we can check
his apartment or something.
- No, he left work early today.
He's probably
already home by now.
- Well, what about tonight?
- Yeah.
He's coming over for dinner.
You can sneak into
his apartment.
- Well, what am I
looking for, Maddy?
- I don't know, like a murder
weapon, blood, evidence.
I'll keep him busy and you
can check his apartment out.
- Wait, but is that safe?
- Maddy, are you gonna
be all right with him?
Huh?
- I can take care of myself.
Besides, he doesn't
know that I know.
- Look, I'll work fast,
okay, so you don't have
to be with him any longer
than you have to be.
All right?
- Chris, I think we should
just stay focused, okay?
- Fine.
(engine starting)
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Shawn?
- [Shawn] Maddy, how you doin'?
- Fine, how are you?
- Good, I'm busy.
- Are we still on for tonight?
- [Shawn] Yeah, sure.
- Great.
- [Shawn] Your place at seven.
- Yeah, that's right.
- All right, bye.
(birds chirping)
- See you then.
(knocking)
- Hey, you.
- Hey, thank you.
- You're welcome.
- So how you been?
Is wine okay?
- Yeah, sure, that's good.
I'm fine.
How are you holdin' up?
- Good, couldn't be better.
- Look, Maddy, while
we got a moment,
I think we gotta figure
out what we're gonna--
- No no no no no no no no no.
I just wanna have a nice
relaxing dinner date tonight,
okay?
- All right, I think we should
discuss what we're gonna do--
- No no.
Come on.
(sighs)
- So what's new with you?
(dramatic music)
- Not much.
And you?
- I can't do this,
Maddy, I can't.
We have too much to
discuss, I can't do this.
- No, not now, Shawn.
- I don't understand you.
What is wrong with you?
You can talk to me.
- I just wanna have a nice
relaxing evening with you.
- We can't.
That's all changed now.
(phone ringing)
- Um, get me some wine,
I'll answer the phone.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
No, thank you.
Not interested, thanks.
- Who was that?
- Just a survey, they
always call during dinner.
- Maddy, what's goin' on here?
- I don't know what you mean.
- God, I don't get you.
We were so good together.
- We still are.
- No.
I don't think so.
What's that smell?
- It's the food.
Hold on, I hope
it's not burning.
- Chris.
What the fuck?
- What's wrong?
- Look, Maddy, I got
something I gotta do.
- What about dinner?
- I gotta go.
I gotta go.
(birds chirping)
(beeping)
- Maddy, hey, it's Chris.
Hey, you okay?
All right, hey, look,
I'm on my way so
just wait there
for me, all right?
All right, bye.
(crickets chirping)
(dramatic music)
- Shawn?
Shawn?
Did you forget something?
(dramatic crescendo)
(muffled groans)
(knocking)
- Maddy.
- No, Shawn.
No, no!
- Please.
- No, get away from me!
I know.
- Know what?
- You killed those people.
- Look, this isn't mine.
- Get back!
You killed Tillie.
- No, Tillie's not dead.
- Yes, she is.
After you left, I
went over to her house
and I found her by the pool.
- No, she's not.
- [Maddy] And Peter and Laura.
- Peter and Laura were dead
when Tillie and I got there.
- Liar!
- No.
- Yes, just like you lied
about the Murder Club.
- It's Chris, he's the fucking--
- No, it's not!
No, it's not.
- I just left his house, Maddy.
I just left his house.
- What, did you kill him, too?
- No, but this is where I
found this covered in blood.
- Chris wouldn't do that.
- But you think I could?
Maddy, listen to me.
- Just get outta my house!
Get outta my house!
- Maddy, I'm here to
protect you, just come
before Chris gets here.
- Get outta my house!
- Listen to me!
- No!
- Just get back,
I'm warning you.
- Please, look at me.
Trust me.
(whacking)
- Ah!
(dramatic music)
(moans)
- Chris.
- Thank god you're
all right, Maddy.
I didn't think I was
gonna get here in time.
- He was trying to say that
you were the killer not him.
- He was crazy, Maddy.
Are you, okay?
- Yeah.
- Here.
Whoa, look at that.
Put that there, you
don't need that anymore.
Oh, come here.
Oh, man.
I did this for you, Maddy.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you, he was
going to kill me.
I did it because I love you.
Whoa, Maddy, I did
it all for you.
- What?
- I love you.
- Chris.
I can't.
- Why not?
I thought we could just leave
town together, you know.
- What?
- Go somewhere where
no one will find us.
- No, Chris, I can't.
- Why not?
- This is all too much for me.
- Well, I'll take
care of you, Maddy.
- Come on.
- I just need a
minute to think, okay?
- Oh, we don't have a minute.
- No, please, one
minute to think, please.
Just one minute.
- Okay, a minute
then, but hurry up.
- Okay, okay.
(panting)
Damn it!
- Hey, Maddy.
I knew I loved you
when we first met.
But it wasn't until
you killed that bitch
that I knew we were the same.
A woman that can kill
with her hands like that.
I shot a load just
thinking about it.
(dialing)
Maddy, who are you calling?
(gasps)
Come on, open the door.
Come on, Maddy.
I love you.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Go away.
Please!
- [Chris] Is that any
way to treat me, Maddy?
I saved your life.
Shawn, was going to kill you.
- No, he wasn't!
- [Chris] Well, he was going
to turn you into the police.
They all were, Maddy,
that's why they had to die.
All for you, Maddy.
What are you doing in there?
Look, can't you see
how happy we would be--
- No!
No!
(glass breaking)
(panting)
Ah!
Ah!
- Maddy, where are you going?
Maddy?
Aren't you ready to go yet?
- Ah!
(knocking)
- [Maddy] Just go away!
I won't tell anybody.
- Tell what?
You're a murderer, too, Maddy.
See, we belong together, Maddy.
Don't fight it.
Open the door.
Maddy, open the door.
Okay.
(hacking)
(screaming)
(hacking)
(screaming)
(hacking)
(whimpering)
- Ah!
Ah!
(hacking)
Ah!
- Oh, there you are, Maddy.
- Please.
Just leave me alone,
please, please.
- But we belong together.
- Please.
- You and I, and we
like to make 'em bleed.
We're killers.
(groans)
- Ah!
Ah, ah!
- Now, Maddy, that's
gonna leave a mark.
(dialing)
Tired of fucking
with you, Maddy.
Maddy, no!
- Fuck you, Chris!
- [Operator] 911, what
is your emergency?
- Help me, please, help me!
Somebody help me, send help now!
- Maddy.
- Calm down, Ma'am.
- You are a murderer, too.
- What's your situation?
(crying)
- Somebody's trying to kill me.
- Maddy, what are you doing?
- [Operator] Hello, I
can barely hear you.
Please speak up.
- Just remember.
- Hello?
- You brought this on yourself.
Hey, buddy, you need some help?
- Yeah, hey, thanks.
My tire iron's useless.
- No problem, use mine.
- Thanks.
(dramatic music)
Hey, thanks, I appreciate it.
- Yeah, no problem.
- My name's David.
- I'm Shawn, nice
to meet you David.
- So, Shawn, where you headed?
- My wedding.
- Oh, sure, you gonna be late.
- Ah, there's always time
to help others, right?
- You're a dying breed.
I am headed to Vegas,
man, I'm excited.
- So where's the bride?
- She's in the trunk.
Kidding, she's meeting me there.
- Cool.
- Hey, thanks, I
really appreciate it.
- No problem, buddy.
- David, what in the
hell is taking so long?
- We're done,
we're finishing up.
- Fine, I just
don't wanna be late.
- Oh, uh, Shawn, this
is my wife Susan.
Susan, this is Shawn,
our good Samaritan.
- Yeah, it's really
nice to meet you.
- You, too.
- Shawn's going to
Vegas to get married.
- Yup.
- Great, great.
Congratulations, listen,
we need to go now.
- Hey, good luck
with the wedding.
- Yeah, thanks,
drive careful, buddy.
- Congratulations.
(muffled screams)
- See, honey, it's a
great day for a wedding.
You'll see one day.
We belong together.
(rock music)
(tapping)
Three more hours to Vegas, baby.
(pop music)
* Watcher, beggar, hustle life
* You become alive and
then you start to aspire *
* It's what they
do in this town *
* Watch you see
will never leave *
* You can believe what
you agree can inspire *
* It will turn your
world upside down *
* Blackjack, baccarat,
black Cadillac *
* This is better than sex
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Loose jacks, smothered
eyes, can be in fact *
* This is good as it gets
* You think you're smart,
you think you're tough *
* But it's not enough to
stop from losing before you *
* You will never
learn from your past *
* While you're here you
have no fear what is it *
* For you will have
to wait for tomorrow *
* A sobering fire
that won't last *
* Blackjack, baccarat,
black Cadillac *
* This is better than sex
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Loose jacks, smothered
eyes, can be in fact *
* This is good as it gets
* Rich mayors,
billionaires, royalty *
* Gambling in Sin City
* Better, better,
so much better *
* Rock stars, movie
stars big bodyguards *
* Spending lots of money
* It isn't still
tragedy to succeed *
* This record stands
without doubt *
* Without doubt
* And it's goes on, on
and on till your down *
* Your luckiest
friends are the house *
* It's getting better,
so much better than sex *
* It's getting better,
so much better than sex *
* Just as good as it gets