Cornered! (2009) - full transcript

We've just gotten

information regarding another attack...

by the Convenience Store Killer.

Issues, man. Issues.

The killer has struck again,

this time in the Santee Alley

district in downtown L.A.

The serial killer's...

I mean, the way he kills people...

Of course I am worried.

As a parent,

what am I supposed to do?

What if the killer decides

to do home invasions next?

The authorities still have no leads...

because, yet again,

the surveillance tapes are missing.

Police remain baffled,

still unable to find hard evidence...

exposing the identity of the killer.

He's probably just some punk fool...

with too much imagination.

Police discovered

four bodies earlier this morning.

All of them had been tortured

and brutally murdered.

The mayor's office has announced

an increased reward of $500,000...

for information leading to the arrest

and conviction of the serial killer.

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Pinche Mona.

Mona, no, you don't.

Donny. No wonder

he's so fucking fat.

Asshole.

Got yourself

a nice tan, Jimmy.

Huh? Oh. Yeah.

Weather sucked.

Hmm. Must've been

why you came back early, huh?

When do we get to see

the vacation pictures?

Didn't take any.

I didn't bring

a camera.

What about the one

on your cell phone?

What?

- Jacko? Man, I knew it. Come on.

- Damn, Donny.

- Let's go.

- I ain't doing a damn thing.

Man, what the hell you doing?

I ain't done a damn...

Let's go.

You know the rules. Get out.

- Aw, man.

- If you come in, I swear to God...

Man, how many times

I got to tell you? You are banned.

Oh, come on, Donny.

One little can

of dog food?

I mean, you wouldn't want old Skippy here

to go hungry, would you?

He ain't had nothing

to eat in three days.

Come on, Donny.

All right, man.

You're a good brother.

What was that? What...

Give me that.

Give me that!

Shit.

Those motherfuckers.

- Give me it.

- No, you ain't.

Get... off... of... me.

- My booze.

- Asshole.

- Don't slam my door, bitch.

- Put it on my bill, you cheap bastard.

- Is there a problem here?

- Donny, just go back inside.

Just give me

my fucking money.

You got half.

The other half was if you swallowed.

Hey, why don't you give

the lady her money, okay?

Stay out of this, you fat fuck.

Just give her the money!

Huh?

Make me.

Jesus!

The first one's

on the house.

The next one

she'll put on your tab.

You're fucking dead.

Really?

Jesus!

This...

This ain't over yet.

Fucking little bitch! You fucking

goddamn American piece of shit!

Eh, fuck you!

Thanks, Morty.

Sure. No worries.

What happened there?

I can't even start.

What am I gonna do

with you, Marie? Just leave.

And you, get the hell outta here,

you pervert. Never come back.

Steve, here's the stuff.

I couldn't wait until tomorrow.

You're late.

Jimmy.

What? What?

You okay?

Why can't you get

a normal job?

Don't judge me, Donny.

I have rent to pay.

- Oh, God.

- What?

Last bit.

Hmm.

You gonna pay for that?

If you ask me, you picked

the wrong time of year to be...

- in the store-selling business, Steve.

- I'm not asking.

Well, you really wanna

unload this stuff?

You got to make it something

that people wanna buy.

Let me guess. This another one

of your sales pitches...

to try to get me to buy more shit

from you, right?

No, it's not a sales pitch.

This is friendly advice.

Remember the first rule

of retail:

your store is only

as good as your stock.

Nothing wrong with my stock.

No, you don't, Jimmy.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Ah, Donny Doughnut.

Glad you could join me.

Just so we're clear, I'm deducting

from your paycheck this week...

three sugar glazed,

two chocolate, six creams.

Oh, and a new front door.

Hey, Steve, come on, man.

That was an accident.

Oh, there'll be an accident,

your fat ass doesn't fix that door.

I swear, the killer's got a thing

for liquor stores.

Four victims last night.

You should've seen the owners.

The asshole wouldn't

find it as funny...

if he would start getting

brain-dead delivery guys.

I heard the reward

is now half a million.

That would be

a good vacation, huh, Jimmy?

Whatever.

Screw the reward.

If I knew who the killer was... Ah!

- You'd pass on half a million bucks?

- Nah. I'd collect.

But they didn't specify

if they wanted him dead or alive,

so I guess he'll get his due.

Oh, yeah?

What do you have in mind?

Well, you know,

that guy, um...

from that movie, Jimmy, you used to watch

when you were a kid, hombre.

- The guy with the messed-up face.

- Who, Freddy?

No, no, no. The other guy. You used to

dress up as him and jump out on your ma.

- Oh, Leatherface.

- Leatherface.

Yeah. Remember him?

I mean, he was on the money,

but his technique...

He used to ram the meat hook

right between the shoulder blades,

giving 'em a lot of leeway for kicking

and screaming and carrying on.

See, what you do is you hang 'em

upside down like a regular animal.

You ram the meat hook

low through his back,

legs spread, cleft

of his ass cheeks exposed.

Ooh, sounds kind

of kinky to me.

Of course. Everything sounds kinky to you.

Anyway, what's the first thing you do

when you're sawing wood?

You mark a line with a saw

so you can get a straight cut.

That's the crack

of this guy's ass.

You line up the blade, fire that baby up

and...

It sounds like if you're gonna go through

all the trouble to string this bastard up,

it would be a waste

to just finish him off just like that.

What would you do besides

licking him to death?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

What would I do?

Uh... let's see.

Ooh. I'd pull his eyes out.

- Ooh, that's original, Mona.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Fuck you too.

Ha, ha, ha.

You got a sick plan, Steve.

Where you gonna get tools

like that?

Are you kidding, man? This place was a

turn-of-the-century butcher shop.

Most of the original shit's

still down in the basement.

You're kidding.

No, really.

Cleavers, knives, meat hooks.

Scary-looking shit.

Just what that prick deserves.

So, what's wrong with putting

half a million bucks in your pocket?

- Uh... nothing.

- Mm-mm. Absolutely nothing.

A Caribbean cruise. Ooh, a new crib

in a decent neighborhood.

- Oh, and a new pimped ride.

- Acting lessons.

- Mmm.

- And a big house in Malibu,

with a fireplace

and a view of the ocean.

Mmm. Ah.

What would you do, Jimmy?

A guy like that's

nothing but vermin.

Yeah, but how

would you kill him?

Well, he's still

hanging upside down, right?

I'd wrap him up

in Saran Wrap,

fucking head to toe,

like a big chunk of dope.

Then I'd cut him up.

Cut him up really bad.

Let that plastic baggy fill up

like a used condom.

Let that son of a bitch

choke in his own filthy blood.

Freako.

Well, before this goes on,

I will bid you adieu before I hurl.

Bye, Morty.

Ah. Hey, what

would you do, Jess?

- Finished.

- Hey, they locked us in.

Oh. I couldn't kill anyone.

Hypothetically, Jessita.

Let's say you're cornered. You or him.

Do or die. What would you do?

Cut off his head, I guess.

Who's that?

Jimmy, give me the bat.

- Whoa!

- Steve! Steve! Donny!

- Who the hell was that?

- What he look like?

I don't know, man.

I was talking to Jimmy.

He had a hat on.

All right, everybody,

get back inside.

Hey, uh,

you don't think...

Get out of here, Morty.

- Stay. Stay. Please stay.

- I need to make rent, Donny.

Join us for the game tonight.

I don't know the first thing

about poker.

Oh, Texas Hold 'Em is easy, Jess.

You'll learn it in no time.

Besides, Steve

will be wasted soon.

It'll be like taking candy from a baby.

So, who's playing poker?

Well, Jess is thinking

about joining us tonight.

Well, as long as she's

got money for the pot.

- Steve, don't be such a pig.

- I'll spot you 50 bucks.

Maybe you'll get lucky.

- Okay.

- Okay, everyone,

collect your purchases.

Form an orderly line.

Jimmy, you're on the register

while I set up upstairs.

Oh, and Mona owes 9.25

and Jess 12.20.

Hey, who says

I owe nine bucks?

Well, let's see.

One Mississippi Mud Sandwich,

two fudge bars.

Oh, and those chocolate éclairs

you snuck in your bag last Wednesday.

Hey.

How does he know

about last Wednesday?

I told you. He's got VCRs

wired up to those things.

Well, they're damn well hidden if he has.

Believe me, I have checked.

He doesn't trust any of us.

He's just an asshole.

Give me the usual.

I got him wrapped around my finger.

- I know all of Steve's tricks.

- Oh, yeah?

Very funny, Jimmy.

Huh? Oh.

Sorry.

You even have

the same doughnuts every night.

You okay?

I'm all right!

Donny, can you take over for me?

- I got to take a leak, man.

- Sure.

T.J.

Yeah. It's me. Jimmy.

No. Look, I can't get

into all that now.

When can you come by?

I'll pay for the damn cab.

I'm dying here, man.

Well, how soon is soon?

One hour? Two hours?

Okay.

Okay.

Look, I said okay, didn't I?

- Steve. Hey...

- Hey, Jimmy...

What the fuck did I tell you?

That if I ever caught you calling

his scumbag again, I'd fuck you up!

No. Wait. I just needed a little

something to take the edge off...

- just a little methadone.

- Methadone?

Goddamn it, you were on that shit

in rehab and you still fucked it up...

- by bringing in dope!

- Ow!

- Goddamn it!

- Ow! Leave me alone, Steve.

The deal with your mother was that if you

goddamn work here you got to be clean!

- I was clean!

- When?

- Yesterday!

- Should we do something?

Who's gonna stop him? You?

What the hell is it

all about anyway?

Where do you think Jimmy's been

this past week?

Hawaii.

Comes back whiter

than a nun's tit,

- and you think he's been to Hawaii?

- That's what Steve told me.

Steve put out

the whole Hawaii story...

because he's embarrassed

there's a junkie in his family.

Jimmy was in rehab.

Yeah, and it looks like he got himself

kicked out by the sound of it.

You are worthless, goddamn it!

Hey, let's just go on upstairs.

Come on.

Someone should talk

to the goddamn mirror for once!

- Steve, I'm feeling sick, man.

- Sick.

Come on, you got

to understand. Steve.

- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

- I got a dependency, man.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Come on. Please, Steve. I need my phone.

- Oh, you want this? Yeah? You want this?

- Yes. Yes, please.

What the hell

did you do that for?

I'm off the clock, Steve.

Let me out.

We're playing poker.

I don't wanna play poker, Steve.

I just wanna go home.

I don't think so. We're gonna have us

a good old-fashioned lock-in.

What? You're gonna keep me

prisoner here?

Don't think of it that way.

We're gonna have some fun,

play some cards, have a couple of drinks.

You could even win

some cash.

Then after a fine evening of

entertainment, you can stay here...

- with your old Uncle Steve.

- No!

You'll be ready for work in the morning.

You'll already be here.

And we'll do this every night until you

feel better, how does that sound?

Get your ass upstairs.

What are you looking for,

his porno collection?

No. I was

just checking.

I think Jimmy was right

about those VCRs.

They're coming.

For once, I actually feel glad

Steve's got all this surveillance stuff.

- What?

- All these cameras.

I mean, they've got to be

some sort of deterrent, right?

I guess.

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Hey, hey.

- It looks like my lucky night.

- Ah. Who's the dealer?

- What?

- Whose turn is it to deal?

- Toss those babies over here.

- Uh-uh. We'll cut for it.

Oh!

All right, let's see

the color of your money.

Color of my money is green.

Give me 50.

This is for me and Jess.

- OK, and I'm gonna call tonight, alright?

- Don't worry about it.

Tuesday's my slow night.

Got it. You okay, Jimmy?

He's all right.

He just picked today

to quit the smokes.

Jimmy's quitting smoking?

Yeah. He was being

a real pussy about it.

Like you'd know.

God, I've quit smoking

a hundred times.

- Exactly.

- Exactly.

Hey, Steve, what are you gonna do

once you sell this dump?

- I got a plan.

- Oh, yeah?

Why don't you enlighten us?

Well, a couple of my ideas

I would have to run by a patent office...

before I start shooting off

my mouth.

Wait. You're gonna become an inventor?

What are you gonna invent, Steve?

We're closed!

Is anyone

expecting company?

Wait. Didn't Sadie say

that she'd drop by?

Oh, yeah. Shit.

I thought we were playing cards,

- or what?

- She owes me money.

- Is it her?

- I can't see from here.

Let me borrow your cell phone

for a second, Jess.

Fuck! I must've left it in Teddy's car.

- What's wrong with yours?

- I'm outta credit.

Incoming calls only.

You know, I don't think

it really is her. I think it...

- Are we playing cards or what?

- Okay. Okay! My goodness.

Come on. So tell us

what you're going to invent, Steve.

Burger joints.

Hey.

I hate to piss

on your Cheerios, Steve,

but I think Ronald McDonald

may have beat you to the punch.

Okay.

What's the most fucking

annoying thing in the world?

I'll tell you.

You're out shopping, right?

And you got to take a leak. And the only

place around is a McDonald's.

So you go inside

and some clown says,

"Sorry, man. The restroom's

for customers only".

And you go, "Well, I'm a customer.

I eat here all the time.

I mean, not just now,

but you know".

And the guy goes,

"Yeah, well, that's what everybody says".

And you go, "Look, asshole.

You see this lump of shit? See this?

"I didn't grow this baby grazing

at the fucking salad bar at Vegans R Us.

Let me use the goddamn john".

The guy goes, "You know what?

Take a hike, or I'm gonna call security".

What do you do?

You either punch the guy out

or piss your pants, right?

You show him your

burger facility reward card.

One Big Mac or its equivalent...

say, a Filet-O-Fish and fries...

equals one stamp on your card

equals one complimentary piss.

Supersize it and you get one free

complimentary shit as well.

Yeah, laugh it up, asshole.

But where are you gonna be this time

next year, apart from the fucking morgue?

Whatever, man. I got plans.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, tell me. Like what?

Uh, so the burger facility reward card,

that sounds like an interesting concept.

I'm telling you,

it's got the potential to be huge.

But let me tell you something

about McDonald's.

They pulled that bathroom stunt

on me so many times,

I've taken my business

elsewhere,

- in principal.

- Oh, please, Steve.

I have seen your car, and it is full

of empty McDonald's cartons.

That's why I said "in principle",

brainiac. Of course I still eat there.

They're the only ones

who have the Big Mac.

But inside, I'm no longer

the loyal customer I used to be.

I don't owe them shit. You think

I'm the only one that thinks that way?

Thousands who have strayed

from the path...

because McDonald's was too cheap

to let them use their...

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- Hello. Nurse Moore speaking.

- Let me tell you something.

Once the first burger joint takes it on,

they'll all have to take on it.

What is your choice

of pleasure?

- Uh-huh.

- Burger facility reward card.

I guess I'm qualified to do that.

- Ooh.

- Hey.

- What the hell's going on?

- I'm just showing her how to play, man.

- She's never played before.

- Well, don't, man.

There's money on the table,

for Christ's sakes.

Oh, what do

I look like?

- Well, I'm 27.

- In the '80s.

I will beat your ass.

I'm 27,

with long auburn hair...

that people say complements

my milky white complexion.

And underneath my tight,

tight nurse's uniform,

I'm wearing a 40 double-D cup bra.

What happened? Fast shooter?

- Mm-mm. His wife just came in.

- Oh, please.

So, do you ever get a guy...

You ever get him, like, mixed up?

You have some guy call you, and he, um...

he wants you to be a policewoman...

- and wants you to handcuff him?

- Mm-mm. I'm a professional, honey.

Caller I.D. tells me

what I'm supposed to be.

You should run it like 911.

You know,

start a service like...

"For blow jobs, press 1.

"For handjobs, dial 2.

"For back door, press 3.

And for missionary, press 4."

How boring... missionary.

No, seriously. Have you gotten

a guy calling in. He's calling from...

- I don't know, across...

- Ey, Ey, what's with all the questions?

What, are you trying to

compete with her?

There might be a niche in the market

for fat clerks with a doughnut fetish.

Oh, don't get all snippy

'cause you're losing.

Yeah, loser.

Read 'em and weep, guys.

Hey.

Kiss my doughnut hole.

Like this.

Oh, God. Jesus, Steve,

you're disgusting.

I'm disgusting?

You're the one who said you were

gonna blow him when he turned 25.

I said I'd organize his party.

- What?

- And thanks for spoiling the surprise.

All right,

coming around the horn. Jimmy.

Steve.

I need another beer.

Does anyone want anything else

from downstairs?

All right.

- Thanks.

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Mona Moore

will give you more pleasure.

Oh!

It's Clyde.

I've been a bad girl,

haven't I?

You saw the light

from under the door...

when you were making

your rounds.

You opened the door

and caught me.

That's right.

You caught me stealing

the petty cash.

What, again?

That's the third time this week.

You caught me

fair and square.

No, the guy's

got no imagination.

You're not gonna tell on me,

are you, Clyde?

Mm-hmm.

So, why doesn't the company

check the phone bills or something?

Oh! He's the night guard.

He's got keys to all the departments.

Never uses

the same phone twice.

Please don't tell

on me, Clyde.

There's got to be some way

I can make it up to you.

I.R.S. headquarters.

It's a lot of fucking phones.

Yeah, that's where all our money goes...

funding jerk-off lines.

Mm-hmm.

- Did you hear that?

- I'll do anything, Clyde.

- Who...

- I told you we're closed!

Oh, Clyde, please.

Not the panties as well.

What do you want me

to take my panties off for?

So he can wear 'em

underneath his uniform.

Will you shut the fuck up?

Oh, Clyde.

That didn't sound like

it was coming from the front.

Is that wide enough, Clyde?

Sounded like it was coming

from the side door or something.

Don't worry about it.

This place is locked down.

Oh, no, Clyde, please.

Don't ask me to do that.

Don't make me beg for it.

- What the fuck was that?

- I feel so humiliated.

It's nothing. Play, play.

Okay. I'll say it.

Give it to me, Clyde.

Give it to me now. Yes.

Yes! Oh, Clyde.

You know how I like it.

Oh, yes, Clyde. Oh, yes.

It's just some kids

trashing a car.

Put it

in my dirty mouth.

You wanna hear

what it sounds like, Clyde?

Damn it, Donny. You're as bad as Steve.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

You like that, Clyde?

Are we playing cards

or sucking dicks here?

It's her job, Steve.

Yeah, well, this is my job, but you don't

see me bringing in the customers...

- and giving them blow jobs.

- You're the boss.

Mmm. Mm-mm.

Oh!

Oh! Mmm.

- What the fuck was that?

- I'll check it out.

- Sit down.

- Geez Louise. I'll go, okay? My goodness.

And stay outta that

freezer down there.

Haven't you had enough ice cream

for one night?

Ah, fuck you too.

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Please, Clyde,

I'm just a secretary...

trying to earn a living.

I needed the money.

I made a mistake.

Haven't I suffered enough?

Please, Clyde.

Not with the nightstick.

Okay, Clyde. Okay.

You're the boss.

Yeah. I'm doing that.

I'm leaning over the desk.

Yeah. I've got my dress

pulled up real high.

Yeah. I see you

coming at me...

with that big ol' nightstick.

You're coming at me,

and I'm spreading my legs

real wide.

Yeah. I'm still here, Clyde.

Oh, Clyde. Oh, baby.

I know it's wrong.

It's so wrong, but it feels so right.

Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh, I think I'm gonna...

Ooh! Oh my God,

I think I'm gonna...

She's been gone a while.

Stop worrying, will ya?

Shit!

Jimmy. Fucking asshole.

Where the hell are you?

Jimmy, I'm gonna give you

5 fucking minutes! Then I'm outta here!

Fuck! Shit.

What was that?

I don't hear anything.

- Please, Steve, can you just go...

- Donny Doughnut,

haul your ass downstairs

and see what's keeping Money Mona.

Why me?

Because I said so.

And if she's got her head in that freezer

again, tell her I'm gonna kill her.

Mona,

what are you doing?

Mona?

- Is she okay?

- Yeah, she's fine.

Still talking to that Clyde guy.

That guy must have balls

like fucking watermelons, huh?

Hey, Steve, there's something wrong

with that camera.

Yeah, right.

What is with that camera?

A minute ago, it was all out of focus.

Now look at it.

Ah, shitty Chinese junk.

And where's Mona?

Something's not right.

Five minutes ago, the kid saw her

still milking that security guy.

Mona?

You there?

Mona?

Steve, the lights are out

down here!

- What?

- The lights... they're out!

Find the fuse box!

It's in the stockroom

just behind the door!

Thanks, Steve.

Mona?

Where the hell are you?

I swear to God,

if you're gonna jump out at me,

I have pepper spray,

and I'm not afraid to use it.

Holy... Oh, shit!

Oh, Donny!

Oh, God! Jess!

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, you crazy...

What do you mean,

she just got in a cab and left?

Like I told you, some asshole

was blaring his horn.

I look out the window.

I see a cab outside.

Next thing I see is Mona coming out

through the side door,

gets in the cab, cab takes off,

end of fucking story.

You sure it was Mona?

Feeling better?

Who else is it gonna be?

I don't know, but it just doesn't make

very much sense.

I mean, why would she leave

without telling us?

I know. She was out of money.

She wanted back in the game.

Maybe decided to pay this Sadie chick

a visit, you know.

No, no. Wait. Hang on.

You said that we were locked down here.

- How could she have gotten out?

- That bitch took my keys.

- What?

- I remember.

When she got in the cab, I looked

for the keys. The keys were gone.

Wait. None of this

makes any sense.

Did you see any of this?

I'm gonna call her.

- How are you gonna do that?

- Give me your cell phone.

- I don't got one.

- Well, what about the phone downstairs?

Phone company cut me off

months ago.

Jesus Christ, Steve.

Jimmy?

Wasting your time.

No, I know he has one.

I saw him use it earlier.

Not anymore, he doesn't.

Pissed me off earlier.

Tossed it out the window.

Then go get it.

Well, I don't have the fucking keys,

do I?

- So we're locked in here.

- Ah, the blonde finally got it.

You mean we're locked in here and there's

no way of letting anyone know?

Well, now you know why I'm so pissed off

at your stupid fucking bitch friend.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- So, how far away is this Sadie?

- I don't know.

A couple of blocks, I guess.

If Mona's gone to get money,

she's gonna come back, yeah?

Let's just play some cards

to pass the time.

Good idea.

Is he okay?

Ah! Fuck!

Hey, dick splash,

we're playing cards.

He doesn't have to play

if he doesn't want to.

You're not even looking

at your fucking cards.

All right,

let's see 'em.

He cleaned me out.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Damn it!

- Ever seen anybody get so pissed off...

after winning

a shitload of money?

Can't say that I have.

Settle down, will you?

- Let's finish the game.

- Just let him be, Steve.

I said let's finish the fucking game!

Oh, geez!

Oh, Christ, Steve,

this place is infested!

It's only a little roach,

you fucking pussy.

The game's over anyway.

We're both outta cash.

I know how you can

make your money back.

Oh, yeah? How?

Strip poker?

Come on.

You can make your money back.

I don't need money

that badly.

No.

N... N... No.

Come on, Jessita. I haven't seen

a decent pair of tits in decades.

Don't hold your breath.

Could you stop eating

those damn doughnuts!

Get 'em off me!

Leave me alone!

Jimmy, there's nothing there!

Man, I don't know what's wrong with him,

freaking out like that.

Maybe it's called

"going cold turkey".

Oh, come on, Steve,

everyone knows.

There's no point

trying to keep it a secret.

It's his mother, you know.

It would kill her.

She would fucking die, you know.

I don't know what to do.

Donny.

I'm just a joke to you.

Look, I'm sorry!

I just don't like to see you

do this to yourself.

Those doughnuts

are gonna kill you.

Yeah? What are those,

vitamins?

I don't know. You just never

stick up for yourself.

I mean, show some fucking

self-respect, for Christ's sake.

"Donny Doughnut".

How long are you gonna let people

keep calling you that?

Oh, God.

What the fuck is your problem?

Look! There on the screen!

Oh, sweet Jesus!

I saw it.

I saw it, and it's down there

in the stockroom.

I saw it!

There's nothing there,

pinche loco cabrón!

What did you see, Jimmy?

King cockroach.

Chichis Christ.

It's not funny!

We need to get him help!

Where the hell is Mona?

Down there in the stockroom.

- King fucking cockroach?

- Yes.

And it was big.

Like a man.

And his face...

Oh. He was all

shiny and black,

with these horrible

bug eyes.

And its mouth...

Oh, God!

Its mouth was just

a slit...

with tiny little roach teeth.

And it was grinning

at me!

Jimmy, you're freaking out.

You're hallucinating!

You didn't see it.

You didn't...

I didn't see it

because there's nothing there.

Look, it's all part

of the withdraw symptoms!

I know what I saw!

It's down there

in the fucking stockroom!

Organizing the others.

Preparing for the attack.

Jimmy, what attack?

Come on, man!

Don't you see what's going on?

They got us trapped

in here!

First they got Mona,

and now they want to get us.

They didn't get Mona, man.

She left in a cab.

Wake up, man!

Mona didn't get in any fucking cab.

Mona's nothing

but roach food.

They got her.

But they're not

gonna get me.

Hey, wait, wait, wait. Where the fuck

do you think you're going?

Hey!

Sit the fuck down,

you fucking pussy.

Stop fucking telling me

what to do!

All my life you've been

pushing me around. "Do this, Jimmy".

"Do that, Jimmy". "Fuck you, Jimmy".

Well, fuck you, you...

- You bullying piece of shit!

- Stop it.

Who the fuck are you

to tell me what to do? Huh?

Jimmy, chill out.

You're not even my dad,

and you've been pushing me

and pushing me,

treating me like a slave

in this fuckin' shit-hole!

Well, don't worry!

I'm gone! Outta here!

Good luck with

the fuckin' roaches!

Steve!

Get out of here!

It's only a roach.

Jesus.

Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo!

Oh, God.

I'm trapped like a rat

in a fucking maze!

Get away from me.

You filthy fucking vermin!

I'm not afraid of you!

Do you know what I do

to filthy little insects like you? Huh?

I squish 'em!

I was only joking.

I wouldn't kill you.

I wouldn't.

Really.

Oh, please.

Please.

I wouldn't do that!

What do you want from me?

Please!

What do you want from me?

Where does he get his balls

to talk to me like that?

23 years I've looked after his sorry ass,

and this is how he repays me?

And now he's wrecking the joint!

Guys, check this out.

God, he's pitchin'

a shit fit.

- I'm going down there.

- You're not going anywhere.

Help me.

I'm not gonna have

any store left.

- What is it?

- I saw someone down there.

I swear to God, I saw somebody

at the deli counter.

- Sure it wasn't Jimmy?

- No, Jess, it wasn't Jimmy.

It was a guy in a black coat

with a thing on his face.

- King cockroach maybe?

- It's not funny.

Are you sure

you saw someone?

Yeah, Jimmy,

and he's wrecking my store.

Oh, yeah? Where is he, Steve?

'Cause he disappeared.

- Just like Mona disappeared.

- Ah, Christ.

- What?

- He's down in the basement.

Steve, please!

Don't go! I'm begging you!

Something bad is gonna happen.

I can just feel it.

Yeah, his mom's gonna kill me

if he breaks his crazy neck.

Steve, man, come on.

Don't go down...

You're gonna go down there

without anything?

Don't you have a gun

or something?

With a nut-job like Jimmy

on the premises? Give me a break!

Happy now? If you wanna

do something, look at the monitors,

and if you see

anything, yell.

Steve!

Christ, Jimmy.

There.

By the deli counter.

- What is it?

- I don't know.

Here, see if you can get it

up on the full screen.

I'll try.

Okay, zoom in on that.

- Donny...

- Uh... It's my first time.

There's nothing there anyway.

Jimmy, that you?

- What?

- The meat slicer... it's gone.

- Steve, get up here now!

- Why? What is it?

Someone's just taken

the meat slicer!

Take it easy. It's just Jimmy

trying to creep me out.

Asshole left a trail of ketchup

leading down to the basement...

trying to make it look

like blood, the dickhead.

Steve, come on!

He used to pull this shit,

all the time when he was a kid...

I'll be right back, okay?

Keep watching the monitors.

Fuck, Jimmy!

Jimmy.

Jimmy! You down there?

Ooh, he must have passed out,

all the blood he lost.

Can't you get the camera

to follow him?

That's what I'm trying to do.

Hmm. Looks like

we're having a party.

Asshole.

Ooh, Jimmy!

I'm so scared.

My asshole

is so puckering.

Spooky, spooky!

I see you, shithead.

Right behind the packing cases.

I followed your trail

of ketchup, dickhead!

So,

wh... what do they

call you?

Jerky Face?

Or, uh... maybe just

Jerk-off for short?

Hey, you can stop

clowning around now, okay?

I was just trying

to be a dad.

It's still no good.

Try the button on the left.

Oh, my God!

- What the f...

- No.

Please.

You don't have to do this!

Please! Please!

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Please.

Let me go!

You fucking creep!

Let me go!

No! Oh! Oh!

Leave him alone, you fucking bastard!

Leave him alone!

You fucking asshole.

No! No! No! No!

Look what he did to him!

Look at what he fucking did to him!

Okay. The basement door has a dead bolt!

We can lock him in there!

We can lock... Okay. Holy shit.

Donny, come on!

Shit!

Help!

Somebody help us!

Help! Help!

- We're being attacked!

- Help, please!

What do we do now?

- We're trapped in here.

- Wait.

Who's usually the first person

in here in the morning?

Morty. Morty. He drops off

the papers around 5:30.

We're just gonna have to

hold out till then.

Somebody fucking help us!

The killer is in here!

Fucking help!

No one's coming.

We're on our own.

- Wait. Let's find a weapon.

- Okay.

Oh, my God,

we're gonna fucking die!

We're gonna fucking die!

We're gonna fucking die!

For Christ's sake!

Donny, we're not dead yet!

Oh, my God.

I see what he's doing.

He's killing us in the ways

that we said we'd kill him.

Oh, my God.

Come on, come on.

I see it. It's in her hand.

Oh, my God.

- She's fucking frozen solid.

- The battery's dying.

God, she's gotta have the keys on her

somewhere. Come on.

Hello? Clyde!

Listen to me.

This battery's about to die.

No, listen. We're trapped in a shop

with a killer, and...

No, this isn't Mona!

What do you mean,

I've got a cool style?

This isn't some jerk-off line,

you fucking moron!

There's nothing. No keys. Jimmy...

Jimmy's got the keys! I'll be back.

No, Mona's dead.

And we're gonna be dead too unless

you stop asking these stupid fucking...

Are you whacking off?

- 911. What's your...

- Hello? Hello?

Fuck!

Jess, I found them.

Donny, run! Upstairs!

Help!

Can somebody hear me?

Somebody

fucking help us!

Hide. Hide.

Oh, shit!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Shit! He's coming.

- Fuck, fuck.

What?

- Now what?

- Shh.

Do you think he's gone?

I don't know. I don't know.

I didn't see him...

I didn't see him

go right downstairs.

I didn't hear him

go back downstairs.

Do you think it's safe

to open the door a little?

Jess, listen.

I'm sorry

I got you into this.

It's okay, Donny.

Don't...

It's not your fault.

We'll get out of this.

What was that?

Wait, you heard that, right?

Was it him?

It sounded like it was coming

from downstairs.

It sounded like

a truck pulling up.

It must be Morty.

What do you think he's gonna do

when he sees the store's closed?

Did you call the police?

Jess, Jess, don't...

Jess, don't, don't!

- Don't...

- Donny, just stay here.

Steve!

Steve, you drunken bum, wake up!

Come on! It's time to open up!

- Morty!

- Well.

I see Steve put his wallet

where his mouth is. I like that.

We were attacked last night.

- It was that serial killer.

- What?

Jess, if this is some kinda joke...

- or something...

- It's not a joke!

Jimmy and Steve and Mona

are dead.

What? Are you kidding me?

He's downstairs!

Call the cops now!

Okay, okay.

Give these to them.

Tell them Donny and I

are trapped upstairs.

- You sure he's still downstairs?

- Yes!

And this is the guy with the 1/2-a-million

dollar reward on his head?

- Morty, just get the fucking police!

- One second.

- One second.

- Morty!

He's in the basement. He's got

some sort of power tools going on...

- down there.

- Oh, no. Don't you even think about it!

If he's in the basement,

I can lock him in!

Are you crazy?

Listen to me!

Jess, I could really

use that reward.

What's going on?

He's after a piece

of that reward money.

What?

He thinks that he can

lock him in the basement.

- There's no door!

- Exactly.

Jess, listen, if he wants to be a hero,

it's his funeral, okay?

Jess, we are safe here.

- Yeah, we're safe, but what about Morty?

- Jess, please.

There's a killer down there!

Jess, we have to think

about ourselves.

Jesus, Donny,

we should help him!

Wait... Jess, wait.

Fuck! Fuck.

Jesus! Jess!

You scared the hell out of me!

What the hell are you doing?

He's down there!

I hear him walking around!

Are you sure?

One hundred percent.

Look, let's put some boxes here

and pen him in.

Yeah.

We got the fucker.

Now I wonder half a million bucks

split 3 ways is gonna be?

We got him!

Donny, we got him!

- Jess, it's Morty!

- What?

Cleanup on aisle three.

Come on.

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Let's hurry.

Donny!

Donny! No! Get up!

You can't do this to me now!

Mmm.

I almost won me a goldfish.

Donny Doughnut.

Look at you, huh?

I knew those doughnuts

were gonna be the death of you.

Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go.

Donny.

Donny Doughnut.

Where's Jess?

Where's Jess,

you sick fuck?

Watch the language

there, Doughnut.

She's right behind you.

You didn't have to kill her,

you sick fuck!

You didn't have to kill her!

Sick?

I'm sick?

No, everything I did tonight to them...

is what they said they were gonna do

to me if they caught me.

But I have the "get up and go"

to get it done.

Hmm?

You're a fuckin' lunatic!

You're a fuckin' lunatic!

I'm a lunatic?

For 25 years, I've been hauling

shit around here.

For 25 years, I've been listening

to losers like yourself...

talk about how you're

gonna be big shots.

About your dreams.

You know what?

I thought about my dreams.

Yeah, what about me?

This little voice in my head...

It said,

"What do you wanna do?

What were you born to do?"

- You're a twisted fuck, you know that?

- Hmm? Twisted?

Hmm. The difference

between you and me, Donny boy,

is that I have a work ethic.

So,

Donny Doughnut.

Hmm.

What am I gonna do with you?

Hmm?

I've been thinking about this.

How am I gonna...

finish you off?

No, wait. Wait!

Wait, wait, wait,

w... w... wait.

Wait? Wait?

Wait, wait, wait?

No. There's no waiting.

I'm behind schedule

as it is.

If you kill me,

you'll never get what you came for.

Really?

And what is it

that I came here for?

You watch it, don't you?

On tape, after.

You'll never find 'em

'cause he hides 'em...

all of 'em.

- You're lying.

- Yeah?

Why would I lie

at a time like this?

It's no fun if you can't watch

the instant replay, right?

¶

What I wanna know...

where the hell all these fuckers learned

to get so creative, huh?

I know. There's gotta be some kinda

serial killer university...

- they're not telling us about.

- And what they did to that store owner...

Gross, man. Damn!

Hey, that's nothing compared to

what I would do to that son of a bitch...

- if he ever got into my store.

- Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

What do you have in mind?

¶

¶ Don't hate the game

Don't hate the player ¶

¶ Better watch your mouth

'cause what you say might kill ya ¶

¶ Some want the fame

I have no shame ¶

¶ I'm just justified

for takin' lives ¶

¶ So please forgive me ¶

¶ I know the place

the day, the time ¶

¶ Get ready for

your demise ¶

¶ I listen to

every word you say ¶

¶ The time is near

and I'm ready to play ¶

¶ Don't hate the game

Don't hate the player ¶

¶ Better watch your mouth

'cause what you say might kill ya ¶

¶ Some want the fame

I have no shame ¶

¶ I'm just justified

for takin' lives ¶

¶ So please forgive me ¶

¶ Hold it together, man

You're falling apart ¶

¶ You must be nervous

'cause I see your heart ¶

¶ Makes no difference

why you're feeling this way ¶

¶ Look in my eyes

See I'm goin' insane ¶

¶ So let's play

Who is ready for the game ¶

¶ Keep your head up high ¶

¶ It's your turn, don't cry ¶

¶ Oh, who's ready to die ¶

¶ Now I'm comin' for you ¶

¶ I know exactly what to do ¶

¶ So tell me how you want it ¶

¶ Don't hate the game

Don't hate the player ¶

¶ Better watch your mouth

'cause what you say might kill ya ¶

¶ Some want the fame

I have no shame ¶

¶ I'm just justified

for takin' lives ¶

¶ So please forgive me ¶