American Horror Story (2011–…): Season 7, Episode 4 - 11/9 - full transcript
Kai begins recruiting members for his cult; Beverly struggles to stay ahead of a young reporter willing to do anything to become anchor.
It's 6:30 on election night,
and, as you can see,
the turnout looks to be historic.
The post-work rush has begun in earnest.
Will the blue wall of Michigan, Wisconsin
and Pennsylvania stand tonight?
The smart money says yes, even though it appears
in early exit polling that turnout
in the more traditionally Democratic counties,
such as Wayne and Genesee, seems lower than usual.
One thing that's certainly not low on either side tonight:
passion. Back to you, Bob.
That was good, but let's do one more time.
I forgot to mention Saginaw County.
RJ: Honestly, I wouldn't bother. Bob says
he doesn't think he's gonna use any cutaways or bumpers
during the election coverage tonight. Well, then what the fuck
am I doing here? Why didn't anyone tell me?
Something wrong, Beverly?
Eat shit, Serena.
Well, aren't you a nasty woman?
Have you voted yet?
I have to jump the line
and pull the lever for HRC.
Bob asked me to sit in on the coverage desk with him tonight.
What the hell you know about politics?
You were in the damn traffic copter until two months ago.
How about you stop being
one of those women that needs
to drag down successful women
in order to feel good about herself?
It's my turn now.
Excuse me.
ALLY: Madam President.
(chuckles) And in our lifetime.
(chanting): This pussy grabs back. This pussy grabs back.
This pussy grabs... Keep it down, ladies.
Down with the patriarchy.
(chanting resumes): This pussy grabs back. This pussy grabs back.
Look at this mess of humanity.
Don't you think people should have to pass some sort of test
to earn the right to vote?
Do you think you'd pass it?
Of course not. That's my point.
I mean, who am I to vote?
I can see me voting for the Emmys or the Globes,
but I'm not nearly informed enough to pick our president.
IVY: Remember,
no funny business or protest votes or anything.
Honey, don't worry.
I want to be part of history, just like you do.
(sighs)
(camera shutter clicks)
(booth rattling)
(laughs)
KAI: Out of the way. Thank you.
Hi. Hi.
This man needs to vote.
Let's go. Sure. I need his...
Oh, my God. He needs a doctor.
My name is Gary K. Longstreet.
This is my polling station, and I will cast my vote!
Okay. Okay.
Come on! This man has a right to vote! (gasps)
(grunting)
(panting)
(groaning)
(sighs)
Yes.
(grunts)
Welcome to Trump's America, motherfuckers!
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BOB (on TV): Just one day since election day, and it's still
stunning to watch.
Kai? Hey.
Hey. Harrison Wilton.
They assigned me to be your trainer.
I requested you. Really?
Yes. Wow. That's awesome. Did someone recommend me?
No. No, I-I saw you out on the gym floor.
You look strong.
Oh, cool.
But, I mean, there are bigger guys here,
if that's the kind of workout you're looking for.
No, no, no. Don't get me wrong.
I mean, you could move a dead body if you had to.
I just meant you look...
...strong.
Okay. Well, thank you. (laughs)
So, uh, I like to start
by asking people what their goals are.
World domination.
(grunts)
I'm really grateful you requested me.
Three clients dropped me today
because of post-election economic anxiety.
So, what flavor of gay are you?
Uh...
Versatile.
Are you gay?
See, this is what I'm talking about.
Labels.
"Diversity" starts with D-I-V,
which is also the first three letters of "divide."
Gay, bisexual, transgender--
these are labels created by the leftists.
They want to split us apart, create special interest groups
that put themselves over the greater good of the community.
A man with no label
has an allegiance only to what is right.
Wow.
You're a lot smarter than most of the guys that come in here.
Yeah. What kind of work do you do?
Computers. Coding.
I guess they call us app developers now.
I dig it. It lets me work from home.
Honestly, money's never really been my thing.
(grunts) I was kind of a freak when I was a kid.
I tested at a genius level at ten.
I was invited to join Mensa at 14.
Right now, I'm mostly just focused on politics.
Changing the world and all that shit.
Trying not to be intimidated.
That's normal.
(grunts)
Listen... I like pussy.
But if someone is in my life,
man or woman,
and they're a part of my crew, one of my people,
I will fight for them.
I will kill for them. (grunts)
(panting) I got it.
And if they wake up in the morning
with a hard-on that won't quit,
I will find a way to make sure they know how much I love them.
(chuckles softly)
Same time tomorrow?
(laughing): Yeah.
Hey, dudes. You getting a good pump?
Remember my motto: go heavy or go home.
Did you come up with that yourself?
I've heard it before, but not in any
official capacity, you know?
When you're done here, clean-up in aisle four.
Oh, come on, man. Can't someone else do that?
One of the maintenance guys?
No can do, compadre.
I just canned half of them. No more undocumenteds.
Welcome to the N.W.O. HARRISON: Well, I don't care.
Get one of the other trainers to do it.
Just put on
some rubber gloves, do what I tell you, shut the fuck up.
Good talk.
What's clean-up aisle four?
Uh, sometimes guys jerk off in the steam room,
and someone has to hose down the jizz.
He makes you do that 'cause you're gay?
That's humiliating.
Story of my life.
Tomorrow.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(water spraying)
(thud nearby)
Hello?
(door closes)
(faucet turns on, water running)
(moaning nearby)
(water running, moaning)
(loud moaning)
(moaning)
I'll clean that up myself.
(bird squawking)
REPORTER (on TV): Protests grow against the soon-to-be 45th president
from people unable or unwilling to accept his victory.
The "help wanted" sign is definitely out tonight
at Trump Tower where the newly-elected... Hey, girl. What's the latest
travesty in Trumpland?
MEADOW: Something about the son-in-law
trying to oust the fat guy from Jersey.
I mean, I guess it's some kind of revenge for his dad.
I don't know. The whole thing is just like a bad reality show.
Yeah. Let's turn it off.
I'd rather get drunk and binge Million Dollar Listing.
ANNOUNCER (on TV): ...scan their grassland environment
for signs of prey,
especially antelope and hares. (Meadow sniffles)
Meadow?
Hey, what's wrong, hon?
I messed up.
ANNOUNCER: By contrast, otters, wolves and dolphins live in...
(TV continues indistinctly)
HARRISON: What?
Oh, my God. The bank is foreclosing on us?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. (sighs)
How long have you known about this?
That says we need to be out of here in three days.
I didn't want to cause you any stress.
(loudly): They're going to evict us from the house, Meadow.
When were you gonna tell me, when the sheriff was here
to throw us out?
How the hell did this happen?
You said we were on solid ground.
Well, it can't be that much of a surprise.
Our mortgage is
$1,500 a month.
We're not bringing enough in
on your income alone.
My income? So you're blaming it on me?
No, no, no, you handle the money, Meadow.
This is all your fault.
It's my fault?
It's my fault that I got melanoma
and had to go on disability?
It's my fault
that you guilt-tripped me
into taking a job at a craft store
where the manager sexually harassed me
every day until I had to quit?
That's my fault, Harrison?
(sighs)
Jesus Christ, we're gonna be homeless.
Listen, I don't need this house,
and I don't need any of the things in it, all right?
All I need is you and a decent cable package.
(Meadow moans)
No.
I mean, how many times has that ever worked for you?
Five? Six times max?
Twice.
Hey, Eeyore, is that your client over there on leg press?
He signed up for 12 sessions. This is his last one.
You should have been upselling two sessions ago.
That's anticipation.
Now, you got to actualize another sale tonight,
or you're out a job.
Come on, Vinny. This is a really bad time for me.
Go heavy or go home.
(sighs)
Kai.
Hey.
Oh, you know what? Move your left heel a little bit.
It'll give you the correct alignment.
There you go.
Better? Excellent.
You're killing it. You're killing it!
Hey, can I show you something? Look at this.
This is you when we first started.
Can you believe that? I can already see a ton of changes.
More definition in your pecs, biceps, triceps.
Look at your abs.
(laughing): And those chicken legs.
Why are you talking to me like that douchebag Vinny?
No, I'm not.
I'm just being optimistic.
Live happiness, spread happiness.
(sighs)
I'm done, Kai.
The bank foreclosed.
I lost my house. Every cent I have is in that house.
Building equity-- it's a lie.
Now all my shit is packed in a U-Haul trailer.
(sighs)
I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to go.
I'm nothing.
Nowhere.
That's the first thing you have to understand.
Nowhere is a great place to be.
That means the shackles have fallen off your shoulders.
You're free. You can be anything,
take any path, do whatever you want.
You're the only thing that keeps me going.
You are. You're optimistic and you're positive
and you're transformative and I'm not.
Harrison... I'm just a mirror.
Anything you see in me is in you.
I am you.
And if I say you're great,
then you're great.
I'm great.
(sighs)
I'm great.
(sighs)
You have to live your life the way it was meant to be.
To live is to suffer,
and to suffer is to find some meaning in that suffering.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I think so.
Good.
Clean-up in aisle four.
(water hissing)
(fingers squeaking on wall)
He's humiliating you.
You deserve better in this world.
Yup.
You want to change, but you don't know how.
(hissing stops)
Yeah.
What do I do?
Take my power in both your hands
and get your life back.
I can feel your pain. I know it cripples you,
but pain can be a motivator.
Pain is a call to action.
Pain is essential, just like anger is.
Take pain in one hand and anger in the other.
(claps loudly)
Use them.
Tell him you won't be treated like a human cum mop.
Better yet,
show him.
(metal clangs on floor)
(gloves smack onto floor)
(groaning)
(inhales)
(groans)
I want you to feel the pain.
(groaning)
You faggot, I'm gonna fucking kill you!
(groaning) (panting)
(groans) (guttural gasping)
(coughs, wheezes)
Do it.
(loud groaning) Show him!
Show him what it means to suffer. (high-pitched gasp)
(guttural gasping) (yelling)
(bones crunch) (Harrison pants loudly)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
(panting)
You did it.
You've changed your life.
I'm proud to call you my friend.
(Vinny gasps for air loudly)
(coughing)
(deep wheezing)
Finish him off.
(Vinny wheezing)
(wheezing)
(panting)
(groans, exhales)
(yells)
I'm a murderer. Fuck!
I murdered someone!
I'm going to jail forever!
Do you understand? Shit!
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do when
he doesn't show up here tomorrow?
This is his phone.
I'm sending a text to all of his friends and employees
telling them he's gonna be out of town for an emergency.
(phone chimes)
(phone buzzes, Harrison gasps)
Oh, my God, I just got it.
(keyboard keys clacking rapidly)
Oh, fuck.
Fuck! The security cameras!
Everything we did was recorded!
Looks like the last three weeks of surveillance footage
just got erased by a computer virus.
Vinny shouldn't have been looking at porn
while he was at work.
What about his family?
He doesn't have any.
No wife, no kids, no pets.
How do you know all this?
(sighs)
I've been watching you and the people around you
for a long time.
How did you know that I...?
Stop questioning.
The only thing that matters is
that you took a step to be someone.
(sighs)
You're a part of something bigly.
We are gonna wipe out everything you know
and build something bigger and better
than anything you can possibly imagine.
Do you believe me?
Now, put on the gloves.
We have to take care of the body.
(dog barking, siren wailing)
(man coughs, laughs)
Hey. Can I take a hit?
I ran out of my Xannies,
and I could really use something to take the edge off.
Get out of here.
I'll fuck you for it.
I don't have a ton of experience,
but I make up for it with enthusiasm.
Here, just take it.
Thanks.
(door creaks open)
KAI: You're making this more difficult than it needs to be.
Just sever the atlanto-occipital joint, twist the head
and pull, and it'll pop right off.
Just when I think my life can't get any worse.
(inhales sharply)
Who's that?
My boss.
Who's that?
Someone to believe in.
(vehicle beeps rhythmically)
Christ, what a stink.
How long this body been here, anyway?
I mean, it's a landfill, Beverly.
Shut the fuck up, RJ. I know it's a goddamn landfill.
I swear, I've had it up to here
with these end-of-the-stick, shit assignments.
You think Bob would ever send Serena to a goddamn dump?
Where the hell is that bitch today, anyway?
Reflexology--
how the ancient arts of the Far East
are fast becoming the hippest trends in the Midwest.
Part two in my six-part series tonight.
(moans) RJ: I don't know what you're complaining about.
This is the real news.
All Serena does is fluff.
Fluff gets you to the anchor chair,
not chemical spills and headless torsos.
RJ: Damn!
BEVERLY: Police are saying
they believe the victim to be a white male in his mid-30s,
based on the well-muscled torso found here.
The search for the man's head continues at this hour,
but given that both the head and hands were removed,
likely in an attempt to prevent identification,
authorities are not hopeful.
Reporting live from the Hoyt Area Landfill,
this is Beverly Hope.
A disturbing story,
and one I know you'll be keeping a close eye on.
And, on a more personal note, Beverly,
I'd like to say from all of us here,
it's great to have you back in the field this month.
Just wouldn't be Christmas without you.
It's great to be back, Bob.
(clicks)
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
"It's great to be back, Bob"?
Where were you?
(eerie music playing)
Tragedy struck this morning on I-75
when icy conditions caused a tanker truck
to jackknife across three lanes
and crash into the center divider.
We have a witness here
who saw the entire event unfold.
Sir, can you tell us what happened?
Uh, yeah. Uh, the roads were real slippery this morning,
and I was on my way to work when I...
Grab her right in the pussy! (chuckles)
Okay.
I'm gonna throw it back to you, Bob.
We are coming to you live from the Bylsma Canal,
where a pipe failure has resulted in toxic waste
being spilled into our community...
Grab her in the pussy! (chuckles)
BEVERLY: Jane Lloyd was discovered dead at the bottom
of this pool at the old Rotary Park Rec Center.
She was attempting to do a move on her skateboard
when all of a sudden... Grab her right in the pussy!
You think this is funny?! Wait, hold on!
To degrade women?! RJ: Beverly! Beverly! Beverly! Beverly!
BEVERLY: All over me?! Just stop! Beverly! Beverly!
Stop! (screams)
I'll grab you in the pussy!
(scream repeats three times)
I'll grab you in the pussy! RJ: Beverly, stop!
(auto-tuned): ¶ We have a witness here who saw ¶
¶ The entire event unfold, sir ¶
¶ Can you tell us what happened? ¶ ¶ What happened? ¶
¶ Can you tell us what happened? ¶
¶ Fuck her right in the pussy ¶
¶ Okay ¶
¶ The pussy, the pussy ¶
¶ Grab her right in the pussy ¶
¶ ¶
I'll grab you in the pussy! RJ: Beverly, stop!
¶ I'm gonna throw it back to you, Bob. ¶
(tone sounds)
Hi, this is Serena Belinda reporting to you live
from Chester Treatment Center,
where our beloved colleague, Beverly Hope,
has voluntarily checked herself in
for 30 days of psychiatric rehabilitation.
We at Channel 7 News want to wish Beverly a speedy recovery.
And, on a personal note, I miss you, Bev.
Us girls got to stick together.
Back to you, Bob.
(clicks key)
(exhales)
(chuckles)
(grunts)
You feel that?
Young guys just don't appreciate
how sensitive women's nipples are.
You are so right.
I have a lake house.
How 'bout we head out there this weekend?
And what would we do all weekend?
Well, we should probably talk about your career.
(chuckles) Drink wine.
Oh, there's this great falafel place... (door opens)
(chuckles) Knocking would be nice.
It's a public space, Bob.
Is she done pretending to be interested
in your liver spot-covered dick yet?
I need to actually do some, you know, work.
(scoffs) Yeah, ab-about that.
I'm gonna need you to cut a minute out of your piece.
That's a report on the ten most dangerous parts of Michigan.
If I cut a minute, there will only be time for seven.
Then cut 30 more seconds and make it five dangerous places.
I need more time for Serena's wine tasting piece.
That's not news!
People don't want news right now.
They want to be distracted from the news.
Sucking dick is no way to build a career, sweetheart.
All right, that's enough.
You're already on very thin ice, Beverly.
I could've canned you when you went batshit
and we threw you in the loony bin. I would've canned you
already if HR wasn't worried you'd sue.
You cannot fire me. I'm the only black reporter you have.
You think you can't be replaced?
Cut the shit. Cut that minute out.
(door opens, shuts)
You can say whatever you want to me, bitch,
but I am gonna be on The Today Show one day.
And I don't care how many dicks I have to suck to get there.
'Kay?
(door shuts)
(air hissing)
Hey there. (gasps)
If you really want to trash those tires,
you have to slash 'em closer to the sidewall.
Do I look like I'm looking for fucking advice, asshole?
(knife slashes)
(air hissing) Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Did it feel good to slash those tires?
'Course it did.
Aren't you more curious about why I was doing it?
The specifics don't matter.
I know why.
The world is set up to humiliate us.
And someone like you, a black woman?
You have it the worst.
On the one side, you have people saying, "Diversity hire,
affirmative action. She doesn't deserve that."
And then on the other side, they say,
"Well, she's just as good as we are.
She just got a raw deal."
But then they don't do shit to square it.
I'm fine with a rigged game.
Knowing the game is rigged isn't worth shit
if you're still willing to sit at the table
and play with those bastards.
Slashing tires?
You should be pulling out a knife
and slashing their fucking throats.
Okay.
Another tough-talking white boy.
The world has become tiny,
which means the fear in a small town in Michigan
can infect the country, the world in a few days.
Now, fear, fear isn't like a virus.
When fear finds more hosts, it gets stronger, scarier.
The tiny fear in one woman turns into a beast
that swallows the world by the time
it spreads across the country.
Great men and women have been weaponizing fear forever,
but what all those men had...
was a great messenger.
Someone with a pulpit and a microphone.
Someone to give that fear a name.
Believe me, Beverly Hope.
If you get the world scared enough,
they will set the world on fire for us.
Who are you?
I'm Kai Anderson.
I'm 30 years old.
I was in the army. I served a tour in Iraq,
came home and graduated in three from Yale
with a double degree in poli sci and feminist studies.
I have a brown belt in karate, I have a 135 IQ,
and I'm running for city council.
First of all,
there are no open seats on the city council.
Second, you're planning on dominating the world
from a city council seat.
More bullshit.
City council is just the beginning.
Then it's state senate, then Congress.
Followers in the millions, tens of millions.
And then, as we have seen,
anything is possible.
I need you, Beverly.
You and me.
Equal power.
I'm not just tough talk.
Believe me.
Why me?
Because I've watched you.
And you have it.
Rage.
It defines you.
Like no one I've ever seen.
Tell me what that feels like.
It's not like anger.
Everyone feels that.
It feels like wanting to be
the last person on Earth
because, that way, you got to watch every other son of a bitch
die before you.
I want to believe
there's someone like you out there
looking to smash this shit show to pieces,
but I can't.
I don't believe in you, or anyone.
Not even myself.
This is the address to my campaign office.
I'll see you in a few days.
Thank you.
Here? Let's go camera left
so I can get the sign in the shot.
People want to see my face, not some stupid sign
that says exactly what I'm gonna say.
Okay, that's fine.
And remember, it's just pre-tape,
so if you fuck up, start over.
I'm always letter-perfect, dickwad.
You should know that.
(sighs)
Where's the goddamn puppy?
Box by your foot.
(puppy whining)
Okay. This thing smells like shit.
I'm not holding that turd ball.
(sighs) They want to see you cuddle with the dog
to get people to adopt.
Fuck my life.
(puppy whines)
Don't piss on me. (beep)
Okay, rolling.
Look alive.
Thanks, Bob. I'm here at Collingwood Park
with a preview of tomorrow's Brookfield Heights
Rescue League Adoption Jamboree.
There'll be food, music and fun, all starting at noon.
Now, everyone is welcome, and I've been told
there will be celebrities on hand to sign autographs.
But the real star of the show? Our four-legged friends.
They've all had their shots, they've been spayed or neutered,
and they're all ready to go home to a loving family.
Oh, it looks like we have some clowns
who are desperate for airtime.
Uh, miss, are you excited to be part of
tomorrow's entertainment?
(grunts, then screams)
(grunts)
(groans, yells)
(grunts, groans)
(grunting)
These are really... good.
You have a real talent.
Really?
Yeah.
Well, I wanted to be a painter, but...
I was too drawn to the normalcy of a middle class lifestyle.
You're a real artist, Meadow.
These mask sketches,
genius.
And we need them.
(door opens) BEVERLY: Kai?
Yes.
(panting)
Did you do that?
They won't air the tape, but I saw it.
I saw the violence and the anger.
It was you.
Yes, Beverly.
Without apologies.
Why?
For you.
I did it for you.
So that you would believe.
I will do anything for you, Beverly.
I believe in you.
I believe in you, too, Beverly.
(Beverly sighs)
Equal power?
Equal power.
(siren blaring) Police are questioning the inhabitants
of this homeless encampment under the Maple Avenue Bridge
after the horrifying discovery of a severed head here.
Medical examiners have identified the victim
as local gym manager Vincenzo Ravoli.
Police arrived after receiving an anonymous phone tip.
While not yet confirmed, sources believe
it was the body of Mr. Ravoli that was found
at the Hoyt Area Landfill last week.
An innocent man dead.
The sprawl of crime and decay devouring our community.
Our local government turning a blind eye.
Are our children safe to walk the streets?
How much carnage must we, the people, endure
before we finally say enough?
This is Beverly Hope. Bob, back to you.
You have to come with me, Ally. This is way too important.
Sweetie, it's the day before the election.
What difference is a rally gonna make?
The man bragged about sexual assault on tape,
and the polls have tightened-- this isn't like other years.
Her lead is outside the margin of error. Michigan is a lock.
No, it's that kind of thinking that's gonna
hand this thing to Trump.
W-Why are you being like this?
It's historic. The first two presidents
our son will remember are black and female.
Don't you want to be a part of that? Yes,
I do, but it's just... she acts as if it's owed to her.
What does she even believe?
Then I see someone like Jill Stein,
pushing for green energy, labeling GMOs,
against the DAPL.
Don't be one of those people.
Remember what happened with Nader in 2000.
Honey, I swear to you, if I thought Trump had
a chance in hell of winning, I wouldn't even consider it.
He's a reality-TV star,
for God's sake, honey.
It's never gonna happen. (door opens)
GROUP (chanting): Lock her up! Lock her up!
Lock her up! Lock her up...
Lock her up! Lock her up... (chanting continues)
Love trumps hate!
What about Trump's tax returns? Huh? What's he afraid we'll see?
They don't want to engage.
They just want to spread negativity.
Hey, Hillary started the negativity
when she called us "deplorables."
She wasn't talking about all of you.
She was talking about the bigots-- your side has a few.
I am so sick of you people looking down on us.
It really pisses me off.
No, you're pissed because
an educated black man ran the country for eight years,
and a woman's about to run it for eight more.
You know, this is why real Americans hate the Democrats.
Because you treat us all like
we're wife-beating, redneck Klansmen.
That makes it okay to vote for a man who brags about
walking up to women and grabbing their pussies?
Well, maybe you could use a little pussy grabbing,
you elitist, PC bitch.
Hey! You do not touch her.
I didn't do shit. I saw what you did. Someone call the police.
That pig just sexually assaulted this woman.
Get back here, you asshole.
SECOND GROUP (chanting): Love trumps hate! Love trumps hate...
(engine revving)
(tires screeching, engine revving)
Love trumps hate! Love trumps hate...
(chanting continues)
WINTER: Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, thank you f... for defending me.
Didn't have a choice.
We can't let pieces of shit like him think this is okay.
Are you hungry?
I'm hungry. Screw this rally.
Let's get some food.
Yeah.
Um, okay.
I know a place.
GROUP: Love trumps hate...
Wow, you own this place?
You're incredible.
(scoffs): My wife would disagree.
Then why are you with her?
(chuckles) You're young.
Endless possibilities.
So, um, what do you want to do with your life?
Easy. I'm gonna be Huma Abedin.
Behind the scenes, right next to a powerful person,
pushing them to greatness.
Where's a powerful person when you need one?
Oh, God, I hate this feeling.
(sighs): I'm so angry. Good.
Get angry. That man assaulted you.
He's lucky I didn't tase his ass.
I always carry one with me now that colleges have become
super rape-happy. I always thought I was a fighter.
I mean, I came up
in the restaurant world.
I'm well-versed in the art of misogyny, but I...
I can't believe that when it mattered the most, I froze.
I let that guy violate me and get away with it.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
There's a lot of crazy right now.
I mean, Trump and those dickfaces feel like they can
get away with anything.
This is not normal.
Men always think
they can get away with anything.
Because they have.
Everything's been handed to them.
And it's still never enough.
I mean, all I hear are white dudes bitching about
unfair entitlements for women and minorities,
and they're the ones who've been entitled
since the beginning of time.
I can close up, Gary. You're the boss.
You shouldn't have to stay late.
Shirley, this is my baby. Go home to yours.
Spend some quality time, and say hi to Frank.
(bell chimes) Oh, don't forget to vote tomorrow.
(laughs): Are you kidding? This is the chance of a lifetime.
I get to bring the country back from the cliff
and return it to the promise that is America.
(chuckles) I wouldn't miss it
for the world. Night.
(doors squeaking)
(lights powering down)
(easy-listening music plays quietly in the background)
(lock snaps, echoes)
Can I help you?
Ma'am?
What are you doing here?
We're closed. I saw the sign
for this place on your truck.
I need some tape, but there are so many choices.
What do you want to use it for?
To tie somebody up.
(grunts, electricity crackling)
(grunts)
This should work.
(gasps)
If you manage to get your right arm free,
here's some food and drink.
GARY: What do you want? Money?
Kidnapping's a federal offense.
We don't want anything from you.
In 24 hours,
we'll call the police and tell them your location.
By then, the election will be over.
The world is about to change, Gary.
For the first time in history,
a woman will be your commander in chief.
It'll never happen! Get woke!
People like you don't deserve to have a say.
You don't matter anymore.
Fuck you! And fuck you! Let me go.
Consider yourself silenced, bitch.
(muffled screaming)
(door slams shut)
(muffled screaming continues)
(bird hoots)
(door creaks shut)
(gasps)
KAI: Is that blood?
(gasps)
What did you do?
I hurt someone.
How did it feel?
It felt fucking fantastic.
Tell me everything.
Help!
Help! Hey!
KAI: No one can hear you.
Except maybe some crackheads and gangbangers.
Although, in the predicament you're in,
I don't think you'd want them to.
Get me out of here, man.
Have the polls closed yet?
In about an hour.
Get me out of here. I need to vote!
These fucking bitches!
They chained me up.
You're gonna have to cut through the pole,
and then maybe saw through the handcuffs.
I have tools at my grocery store.
I brought this.
That's not gonna cut through these cuffs.
Are you nuts?
(sighs)
For eight years...
they've been telling you there's something wrong with you
for being a straight, white, working man.
Longer than that, probably.
You work hard, you like American beer and pussy!
Fuck, yeah! And they laugh at you for it.
They punish you, humiliate you! Yeah.
They call you impotent.
Samantha Bee, Rachel Maddow--
how those fucking bitches mock you!
(whimpering) Yeah.
Listen. Here's your chance, Gary.
Today is your chance to stick it
right in their fucking eyes. Uh-huh.
To step into the voters box... Mm-hmm.
and pull the lever for "go fuck yourselves." Yeah.
It might be the last chance you ever get, so I ask you...
(whimpering)
...what is that worth to you?
What would you give for the chance to do that?
How humiliated are you?
(weakly): Yeah. Yeah.
(crying)
(grunts)
(screams)
Give me the saw.
(breathing unsteadily)
(crying)
(grunting)
(groans)
(gasps)
(crying)
(grunting, crying)
(yelling)
Are you gonna watch?
If you don't mind.
(muffled): One... two...
three!
(screaming)
(screaming continues)
and, as you can see,
the turnout looks to be historic.
The post-work rush has begun in earnest.
Will the blue wall of Michigan, Wisconsin
and Pennsylvania stand tonight?
The smart money says yes, even though it appears
in early exit polling that turnout
in the more traditionally Democratic counties,
such as Wayne and Genesee, seems lower than usual.
One thing that's certainly not low on either side tonight:
passion. Back to you, Bob.
That was good, but let's do one more time.
I forgot to mention Saginaw County.
RJ: Honestly, I wouldn't bother. Bob says
he doesn't think he's gonna use any cutaways or bumpers
during the election coverage tonight. Well, then what the fuck
am I doing here? Why didn't anyone tell me?
Something wrong, Beverly?
Eat shit, Serena.
Well, aren't you a nasty woman?
Have you voted yet?
I have to jump the line
and pull the lever for HRC.
Bob asked me to sit in on the coverage desk with him tonight.
What the hell you know about politics?
You were in the damn traffic copter until two months ago.
How about you stop being
one of those women that needs
to drag down successful women
in order to feel good about herself?
It's my turn now.
Excuse me.
ALLY: Madam President.
(chuckles) And in our lifetime.
(chanting): This pussy grabs back. This pussy grabs back.
This pussy grabs... Keep it down, ladies.
Down with the patriarchy.
(chanting resumes): This pussy grabs back. This pussy grabs back.
Look at this mess of humanity.
Don't you think people should have to pass some sort of test
to earn the right to vote?
Do you think you'd pass it?
Of course not. That's my point.
I mean, who am I to vote?
I can see me voting for the Emmys or the Globes,
but I'm not nearly informed enough to pick our president.
IVY: Remember,
no funny business or protest votes or anything.
Honey, don't worry.
I want to be part of history, just like you do.
(sighs)
(camera shutter clicks)
(booth rattling)
(laughs)
KAI: Out of the way. Thank you.
Hi. Hi.
This man needs to vote.
Let's go. Sure. I need his...
Oh, my God. He needs a doctor.
My name is Gary K. Longstreet.
This is my polling station, and I will cast my vote!
Okay. Okay.
Come on! This man has a right to vote! (gasps)
(grunting)
(panting)
(groaning)
(sighs)
Yes.
(grunts)
Welcome to Trump's America, motherfuckers!
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
BOB (on TV): Just one day since election day, and it's still
stunning to watch.
Kai? Hey.
Hey. Harrison Wilton.
They assigned me to be your trainer.
I requested you. Really?
Yes. Wow. That's awesome. Did someone recommend me?
No. No, I-I saw you out on the gym floor.
You look strong.
Oh, cool.
But, I mean, there are bigger guys here,
if that's the kind of workout you're looking for.
No, no, no. Don't get me wrong.
I mean, you could move a dead body if you had to.
I just meant you look...
...strong.
Okay. Well, thank you. (laughs)
So, uh, I like to start
by asking people what their goals are.
World domination.
(grunts)
I'm really grateful you requested me.
Three clients dropped me today
because of post-election economic anxiety.
So, what flavor of gay are you?
Uh...
Versatile.
Are you gay?
See, this is what I'm talking about.
Labels.
"Diversity" starts with D-I-V,
which is also the first three letters of "divide."
Gay, bisexual, transgender--
these are labels created by the leftists.
They want to split us apart, create special interest groups
that put themselves over the greater good of the community.
A man with no label
has an allegiance only to what is right.
Wow.
You're a lot smarter than most of the guys that come in here.
Yeah. What kind of work do you do?
Computers. Coding.
I guess they call us app developers now.
I dig it. It lets me work from home.
Honestly, money's never really been my thing.
(grunts) I was kind of a freak when I was a kid.
I tested at a genius level at ten.
I was invited to join Mensa at 14.
Right now, I'm mostly just focused on politics.
Changing the world and all that shit.
Trying not to be intimidated.
That's normal.
(grunts)
Listen... I like pussy.
But if someone is in my life,
man or woman,
and they're a part of my crew, one of my people,
I will fight for them.
I will kill for them. (grunts)
(panting) I got it.
And if they wake up in the morning
with a hard-on that won't quit,
I will find a way to make sure they know how much I love them.
(chuckles softly)
Same time tomorrow?
(laughing): Yeah.
Hey, dudes. You getting a good pump?
Remember my motto: go heavy or go home.
Did you come up with that yourself?
I've heard it before, but not in any
official capacity, you know?
When you're done here, clean-up in aisle four.
Oh, come on, man. Can't someone else do that?
One of the maintenance guys?
No can do, compadre.
I just canned half of them. No more undocumenteds.
Welcome to the N.W.O. HARRISON: Well, I don't care.
Get one of the other trainers to do it.
Just put on
some rubber gloves, do what I tell you, shut the fuck up.
Good talk.
What's clean-up aisle four?
Uh, sometimes guys jerk off in the steam room,
and someone has to hose down the jizz.
He makes you do that 'cause you're gay?
That's humiliating.
Story of my life.
Tomorrow.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(water spraying)
(thud nearby)
Hello?
(door closes)
(faucet turns on, water running)
(moaning nearby)
(water running, moaning)
(loud moaning)
(moaning)
I'll clean that up myself.
(bird squawking)
REPORTER (on TV): Protests grow against the soon-to-be 45th president
from people unable or unwilling to accept his victory.
The "help wanted" sign is definitely out tonight
at Trump Tower where the newly-elected... Hey, girl. What's the latest
travesty in Trumpland?
MEADOW: Something about the son-in-law
trying to oust the fat guy from Jersey.
I mean, I guess it's some kind of revenge for his dad.
I don't know. The whole thing is just like a bad reality show.
Yeah. Let's turn it off.
I'd rather get drunk and binge Million Dollar Listing.
ANNOUNCER (on TV): ...scan their grassland environment
for signs of prey,
especially antelope and hares. (Meadow sniffles)
Meadow?
Hey, what's wrong, hon?
I messed up.
ANNOUNCER: By contrast, otters, wolves and dolphins live in...
(TV continues indistinctly)
HARRISON: What?
Oh, my God. The bank is foreclosing on us?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. (sighs)
How long have you known about this?
That says we need to be out of here in three days.
I didn't want to cause you any stress.
(loudly): They're going to evict us from the house, Meadow.
When were you gonna tell me, when the sheriff was here
to throw us out?
How the hell did this happen?
You said we were on solid ground.
Well, it can't be that much of a surprise.
Our mortgage is
$1,500 a month.
We're not bringing enough in
on your income alone.
My income? So you're blaming it on me?
No, no, no, you handle the money, Meadow.
This is all your fault.
It's my fault?
It's my fault that I got melanoma
and had to go on disability?
It's my fault
that you guilt-tripped me
into taking a job at a craft store
where the manager sexually harassed me
every day until I had to quit?
That's my fault, Harrison?
(sighs)
Jesus Christ, we're gonna be homeless.
Listen, I don't need this house,
and I don't need any of the things in it, all right?
All I need is you and a decent cable package.
(Meadow moans)
No.
I mean, how many times has that ever worked for you?
Five? Six times max?
Twice.
Hey, Eeyore, is that your client over there on leg press?
He signed up for 12 sessions. This is his last one.
You should have been upselling two sessions ago.
That's anticipation.
Now, you got to actualize another sale tonight,
or you're out a job.
Come on, Vinny. This is a really bad time for me.
Go heavy or go home.
(sighs)
Kai.
Hey.
Oh, you know what? Move your left heel a little bit.
It'll give you the correct alignment.
There you go.
Better? Excellent.
You're killing it. You're killing it!
Hey, can I show you something? Look at this.
This is you when we first started.
Can you believe that? I can already see a ton of changes.
More definition in your pecs, biceps, triceps.
Look at your abs.
(laughing): And those chicken legs.
Why are you talking to me like that douchebag Vinny?
No, I'm not.
I'm just being optimistic.
Live happiness, spread happiness.
(sighs)
I'm done, Kai.
The bank foreclosed.
I lost my house. Every cent I have is in that house.
Building equity-- it's a lie.
Now all my shit is packed in a U-Haul trailer.
(sighs)
I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to go.
I'm nothing.
Nowhere.
That's the first thing you have to understand.
Nowhere is a great place to be.
That means the shackles have fallen off your shoulders.
You're free. You can be anything,
take any path, do whatever you want.
You're the only thing that keeps me going.
You are. You're optimistic and you're positive
and you're transformative and I'm not.
Harrison... I'm just a mirror.
Anything you see in me is in you.
I am you.
And if I say you're great,
then you're great.
I'm great.
(sighs)
I'm great.
(sighs)
You have to live your life the way it was meant to be.
To live is to suffer,
and to suffer is to find some meaning in that suffering.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I think so.
Good.
Clean-up in aisle four.
(water hissing)
(fingers squeaking on wall)
He's humiliating you.
You deserve better in this world.
Yup.
You want to change, but you don't know how.
(hissing stops)
Yeah.
What do I do?
Take my power in both your hands
and get your life back.
I can feel your pain. I know it cripples you,
but pain can be a motivator.
Pain is a call to action.
Pain is essential, just like anger is.
Take pain in one hand and anger in the other.
(claps loudly)
Use them.
Tell him you won't be treated like a human cum mop.
Better yet,
show him.
(metal clangs on floor)
(gloves smack onto floor)
(groaning)
(inhales)
(groans)
I want you to feel the pain.
(groaning)
You faggot, I'm gonna fucking kill you!
(groaning) (panting)
(groans) (guttural gasping)
(coughs, wheezes)
Do it.
(loud groaning) Show him!
Show him what it means to suffer. (high-pitched gasp)
(guttural gasping) (yelling)
(bones crunch) (Harrison pants loudly)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
(panting)
You did it.
You've changed your life.
I'm proud to call you my friend.
(Vinny gasps for air loudly)
(coughing)
(deep wheezing)
Finish him off.
(Vinny wheezing)
(wheezing)
(panting)
(groans, exhales)
(yells)
I'm a murderer. Fuck!
I murdered someone!
I'm going to jail forever!
Do you understand? Shit!
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do when
he doesn't show up here tomorrow?
This is his phone.
I'm sending a text to all of his friends and employees
telling them he's gonna be out of town for an emergency.
(phone chimes)
(phone buzzes, Harrison gasps)
Oh, my God, I just got it.
(keyboard keys clacking rapidly)
Oh, fuck.
Fuck! The security cameras!
Everything we did was recorded!
Looks like the last three weeks of surveillance footage
just got erased by a computer virus.
Vinny shouldn't have been looking at porn
while he was at work.
What about his family?
He doesn't have any.
No wife, no kids, no pets.
How do you know all this?
(sighs)
I've been watching you and the people around you
for a long time.
How did you know that I...?
Stop questioning.
The only thing that matters is
that you took a step to be someone.
(sighs)
You're a part of something bigly.
We are gonna wipe out everything you know
and build something bigger and better
than anything you can possibly imagine.
Do you believe me?
Now, put on the gloves.
We have to take care of the body.
(dog barking, siren wailing)
(man coughs, laughs)
Hey. Can I take a hit?
I ran out of my Xannies,
and I could really use something to take the edge off.
Get out of here.
I'll fuck you for it.
I don't have a ton of experience,
but I make up for it with enthusiasm.
Here, just take it.
Thanks.
(door creaks open)
KAI: You're making this more difficult than it needs to be.
Just sever the atlanto-occipital joint, twist the head
and pull, and it'll pop right off.
Just when I think my life can't get any worse.
(inhales sharply)
Who's that?
My boss.
Who's that?
Someone to believe in.
(vehicle beeps rhythmically)
Christ, what a stink.
How long this body been here, anyway?
I mean, it's a landfill, Beverly.
Shut the fuck up, RJ. I know it's a goddamn landfill.
I swear, I've had it up to here
with these end-of-the-stick, shit assignments.
You think Bob would ever send Serena to a goddamn dump?
Where the hell is that bitch today, anyway?
Reflexology--
how the ancient arts of the Far East
are fast becoming the hippest trends in the Midwest.
Part two in my six-part series tonight.
(moans) RJ: I don't know what you're complaining about.
This is the real news.
All Serena does is fluff.
Fluff gets you to the anchor chair,
not chemical spills and headless torsos.
RJ: Damn!
BEVERLY: Police are saying
they believe the victim to be a white male in his mid-30s,
based on the well-muscled torso found here.
The search for the man's head continues at this hour,
but given that both the head and hands were removed,
likely in an attempt to prevent identification,
authorities are not hopeful.
Reporting live from the Hoyt Area Landfill,
this is Beverly Hope.
A disturbing story,
and one I know you'll be keeping a close eye on.
And, on a more personal note, Beverly,
I'd like to say from all of us here,
it's great to have you back in the field this month.
Just wouldn't be Christmas without you.
It's great to be back, Bob.
(clicks)
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
It's great to be back, Bob.
"It's great to be back, Bob"?
Where were you?
(eerie music playing)
Tragedy struck this morning on I-75
when icy conditions caused a tanker truck
to jackknife across three lanes
and crash into the center divider.
We have a witness here
who saw the entire event unfold.
Sir, can you tell us what happened?
Uh, yeah. Uh, the roads were real slippery this morning,
and I was on my way to work when I...
Grab her right in the pussy! (chuckles)
Okay.
I'm gonna throw it back to you, Bob.
We are coming to you live from the Bylsma Canal,
where a pipe failure has resulted in toxic waste
being spilled into our community...
Grab her in the pussy! (chuckles)
BEVERLY: Jane Lloyd was discovered dead at the bottom
of this pool at the old Rotary Park Rec Center.
She was attempting to do a move on her skateboard
when all of a sudden... Grab her right in the pussy!
You think this is funny?! Wait, hold on!
To degrade women?! RJ: Beverly! Beverly! Beverly! Beverly!
BEVERLY: All over me?! Just stop! Beverly! Beverly!
Stop! (screams)
I'll grab you in the pussy!
(scream repeats three times)
I'll grab you in the pussy! RJ: Beverly, stop!
(auto-tuned): ¶ We have a witness here who saw ¶
¶ The entire event unfold, sir ¶
¶ Can you tell us what happened? ¶ ¶ What happened? ¶
¶ Can you tell us what happened? ¶
¶ Fuck her right in the pussy ¶
¶ Okay ¶
¶ The pussy, the pussy ¶
¶ Grab her right in the pussy ¶
¶ ¶
I'll grab you in the pussy! RJ: Beverly, stop!
¶ I'm gonna throw it back to you, Bob. ¶
(tone sounds)
Hi, this is Serena Belinda reporting to you live
from Chester Treatment Center,
where our beloved colleague, Beverly Hope,
has voluntarily checked herself in
for 30 days of psychiatric rehabilitation.
We at Channel 7 News want to wish Beverly a speedy recovery.
And, on a personal note, I miss you, Bev.
Us girls got to stick together.
Back to you, Bob.
(clicks key)
(exhales)
(chuckles)
(grunts)
You feel that?
Young guys just don't appreciate
how sensitive women's nipples are.
You are so right.
I have a lake house.
How 'bout we head out there this weekend?
And what would we do all weekend?
Well, we should probably talk about your career.
(chuckles) Drink wine.
Oh, there's this great falafel place... (door opens)
(chuckles) Knocking would be nice.
It's a public space, Bob.
Is she done pretending to be interested
in your liver spot-covered dick yet?
I need to actually do some, you know, work.
(scoffs) Yeah, ab-about that.
I'm gonna need you to cut a minute out of your piece.
That's a report on the ten most dangerous parts of Michigan.
If I cut a minute, there will only be time for seven.
Then cut 30 more seconds and make it five dangerous places.
I need more time for Serena's wine tasting piece.
That's not news!
People don't want news right now.
They want to be distracted from the news.
Sucking dick is no way to build a career, sweetheart.
All right, that's enough.
You're already on very thin ice, Beverly.
I could've canned you when you went batshit
and we threw you in the loony bin. I would've canned you
already if HR wasn't worried you'd sue.
You cannot fire me. I'm the only black reporter you have.
You think you can't be replaced?
Cut the shit. Cut that minute out.
(door opens, shuts)
You can say whatever you want to me, bitch,
but I am gonna be on The Today Show one day.
And I don't care how many dicks I have to suck to get there.
'Kay?
(door shuts)
(air hissing)
Hey there. (gasps)
If you really want to trash those tires,
you have to slash 'em closer to the sidewall.
Do I look like I'm looking for fucking advice, asshole?
(knife slashes)
(air hissing) Can I buy you a cup of coffee?
Did it feel good to slash those tires?
'Course it did.
Aren't you more curious about why I was doing it?
The specifics don't matter.
I know why.
The world is set up to humiliate us.
And someone like you, a black woman?
You have it the worst.
On the one side, you have people saying, "Diversity hire,
affirmative action. She doesn't deserve that."
And then on the other side, they say,
"Well, she's just as good as we are.
She just got a raw deal."
But then they don't do shit to square it.
I'm fine with a rigged game.
Knowing the game is rigged isn't worth shit
if you're still willing to sit at the table
and play with those bastards.
Slashing tires?
You should be pulling out a knife
and slashing their fucking throats.
Okay.
Another tough-talking white boy.
The world has become tiny,
which means the fear in a small town in Michigan
can infect the country, the world in a few days.
Now, fear, fear isn't like a virus.
When fear finds more hosts, it gets stronger, scarier.
The tiny fear in one woman turns into a beast
that swallows the world by the time
it spreads across the country.
Great men and women have been weaponizing fear forever,
but what all those men had...
was a great messenger.
Someone with a pulpit and a microphone.
Someone to give that fear a name.
Believe me, Beverly Hope.
If you get the world scared enough,
they will set the world on fire for us.
Who are you?
I'm Kai Anderson.
I'm 30 years old.
I was in the army. I served a tour in Iraq,
came home and graduated in three from Yale
with a double degree in poli sci and feminist studies.
I have a brown belt in karate, I have a 135 IQ,
and I'm running for city council.
First of all,
there are no open seats on the city council.
Second, you're planning on dominating the world
from a city council seat.
More bullshit.
City council is just the beginning.
Then it's state senate, then Congress.
Followers in the millions, tens of millions.
And then, as we have seen,
anything is possible.
I need you, Beverly.
You and me.
Equal power.
I'm not just tough talk.
Believe me.
Why me?
Because I've watched you.
And you have it.
Rage.
It defines you.
Like no one I've ever seen.
Tell me what that feels like.
It's not like anger.
Everyone feels that.
It feels like wanting to be
the last person on Earth
because, that way, you got to watch every other son of a bitch
die before you.
I want to believe
there's someone like you out there
looking to smash this shit show to pieces,
but I can't.
I don't believe in you, or anyone.
Not even myself.
This is the address to my campaign office.
I'll see you in a few days.
Thank you.
Here? Let's go camera left
so I can get the sign in the shot.
People want to see my face, not some stupid sign
that says exactly what I'm gonna say.
Okay, that's fine.
And remember, it's just pre-tape,
so if you fuck up, start over.
I'm always letter-perfect, dickwad.
You should know that.
(sighs)
Where's the goddamn puppy?
Box by your foot.
(puppy whining)
Okay. This thing smells like shit.
I'm not holding that turd ball.
(sighs) They want to see you cuddle with the dog
to get people to adopt.
Fuck my life.
(puppy whines)
Don't piss on me. (beep)
Okay, rolling.
Look alive.
Thanks, Bob. I'm here at Collingwood Park
with a preview of tomorrow's Brookfield Heights
Rescue League Adoption Jamboree.
There'll be food, music and fun, all starting at noon.
Now, everyone is welcome, and I've been told
there will be celebrities on hand to sign autographs.
But the real star of the show? Our four-legged friends.
They've all had their shots, they've been spayed or neutered,
and they're all ready to go home to a loving family.
Oh, it looks like we have some clowns
who are desperate for airtime.
Uh, miss, are you excited to be part of
tomorrow's entertainment?
(grunts, then screams)
(grunts)
(groans, yells)
(grunts, groans)
(grunting)
These are really... good.
You have a real talent.
Really?
Yeah.
Well, I wanted to be a painter, but...
I was too drawn to the normalcy of a middle class lifestyle.
You're a real artist, Meadow.
These mask sketches,
genius.
And we need them.
(door opens) BEVERLY: Kai?
Yes.
(panting)
Did you do that?
They won't air the tape, but I saw it.
I saw the violence and the anger.
It was you.
Yes, Beverly.
Without apologies.
Why?
For you.
I did it for you.
So that you would believe.
I will do anything for you, Beverly.
I believe in you.
I believe in you, too, Beverly.
(Beverly sighs)
Equal power?
Equal power.
(siren blaring) Police are questioning the inhabitants
of this homeless encampment under the Maple Avenue Bridge
after the horrifying discovery of a severed head here.
Medical examiners have identified the victim
as local gym manager Vincenzo Ravoli.
Police arrived after receiving an anonymous phone tip.
While not yet confirmed, sources believe
it was the body of Mr. Ravoli that was found
at the Hoyt Area Landfill last week.
An innocent man dead.
The sprawl of crime and decay devouring our community.
Our local government turning a blind eye.
Are our children safe to walk the streets?
How much carnage must we, the people, endure
before we finally say enough?
This is Beverly Hope. Bob, back to you.
You have to come with me, Ally. This is way too important.
Sweetie, it's the day before the election.
What difference is a rally gonna make?
The man bragged about sexual assault on tape,
and the polls have tightened-- this isn't like other years.
Her lead is outside the margin of error. Michigan is a lock.
No, it's that kind of thinking that's gonna
hand this thing to Trump.
W-Why are you being like this?
It's historic. The first two presidents
our son will remember are black and female.
Don't you want to be a part of that? Yes,
I do, but it's just... she acts as if it's owed to her.
What does she even believe?
Then I see someone like Jill Stein,
pushing for green energy, labeling GMOs,
against the DAPL.
Don't be one of those people.
Remember what happened with Nader in 2000.
Honey, I swear to you, if I thought Trump had
a chance in hell of winning, I wouldn't even consider it.
He's a reality-TV star,
for God's sake, honey.
It's never gonna happen. (door opens)
GROUP (chanting): Lock her up! Lock her up!
Lock her up! Lock her up...
Lock her up! Lock her up... (chanting continues)
Love trumps hate!
What about Trump's tax returns? Huh? What's he afraid we'll see?
They don't want to engage.
They just want to spread negativity.
Hey, Hillary started the negativity
when she called us "deplorables."
She wasn't talking about all of you.
She was talking about the bigots-- your side has a few.
I am so sick of you people looking down on us.
It really pisses me off.
No, you're pissed because
an educated black man ran the country for eight years,
and a woman's about to run it for eight more.
You know, this is why real Americans hate the Democrats.
Because you treat us all like
we're wife-beating, redneck Klansmen.
That makes it okay to vote for a man who brags about
walking up to women and grabbing their pussies?
Well, maybe you could use a little pussy grabbing,
you elitist, PC bitch.
Hey! You do not touch her.
I didn't do shit. I saw what you did. Someone call the police.
That pig just sexually assaulted this woman.
Get back here, you asshole.
SECOND GROUP (chanting): Love trumps hate! Love trumps hate...
(engine revving)
(tires screeching, engine revving)
Love trumps hate! Love trumps hate...
(chanting continues)
WINTER: Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
Um, thank you f... for defending me.
Didn't have a choice.
We can't let pieces of shit like him think this is okay.
Are you hungry?
I'm hungry. Screw this rally.
Let's get some food.
Yeah.
Um, okay.
I know a place.
GROUP: Love trumps hate...
Wow, you own this place?
You're incredible.
(scoffs): My wife would disagree.
Then why are you with her?
(chuckles) You're young.
Endless possibilities.
So, um, what do you want to do with your life?
Easy. I'm gonna be Huma Abedin.
Behind the scenes, right next to a powerful person,
pushing them to greatness.
Where's a powerful person when you need one?
Oh, God, I hate this feeling.
(sighs): I'm so angry. Good.
Get angry. That man assaulted you.
He's lucky I didn't tase his ass.
I always carry one with me now that colleges have become
super rape-happy. I always thought I was a fighter.
I mean, I came up
in the restaurant world.
I'm well-versed in the art of misogyny, but I...
I can't believe that when it mattered the most, I froze.
I let that guy violate me and get away with it.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
There's a lot of crazy right now.
I mean, Trump and those dickfaces feel like they can
get away with anything.
This is not normal.
Men always think
they can get away with anything.
Because they have.
Everything's been handed to them.
And it's still never enough.
I mean, all I hear are white dudes bitching about
unfair entitlements for women and minorities,
and they're the ones who've been entitled
since the beginning of time.
I can close up, Gary. You're the boss.
You shouldn't have to stay late.
Shirley, this is my baby. Go home to yours.
Spend some quality time, and say hi to Frank.
(bell chimes) Oh, don't forget to vote tomorrow.
(laughs): Are you kidding? This is the chance of a lifetime.
I get to bring the country back from the cliff
and return it to the promise that is America.
(chuckles) I wouldn't miss it
for the world. Night.
(doors squeaking)
(lights powering down)
(easy-listening music plays quietly in the background)
(lock snaps, echoes)
Can I help you?
Ma'am?
What are you doing here?
We're closed. I saw the sign
for this place on your truck.
I need some tape, but there are so many choices.
What do you want to use it for?
To tie somebody up.
(grunts, electricity crackling)
(grunts)
This should work.
(gasps)
If you manage to get your right arm free,
here's some food and drink.
GARY: What do you want? Money?
Kidnapping's a federal offense.
We don't want anything from you.
In 24 hours,
we'll call the police and tell them your location.
By then, the election will be over.
The world is about to change, Gary.
For the first time in history,
a woman will be your commander in chief.
It'll never happen! Get woke!
People like you don't deserve to have a say.
You don't matter anymore.
Fuck you! And fuck you! Let me go.
Consider yourself silenced, bitch.
(muffled screaming)
(door slams shut)
(muffled screaming continues)
(bird hoots)
(door creaks shut)
(gasps)
KAI: Is that blood?
(gasps)
What did you do?
I hurt someone.
How did it feel?
It felt fucking fantastic.
Tell me everything.
Help!
Help! Hey!
KAI: No one can hear you.
Except maybe some crackheads and gangbangers.
Although, in the predicament you're in,
I don't think you'd want them to.
Get me out of here, man.
Have the polls closed yet?
In about an hour.
Get me out of here. I need to vote!
These fucking bitches!
They chained me up.
You're gonna have to cut through the pole,
and then maybe saw through the handcuffs.
I have tools at my grocery store.
I brought this.
That's not gonna cut through these cuffs.
Are you nuts?
(sighs)
For eight years...
they've been telling you there's something wrong with you
for being a straight, white, working man.
Longer than that, probably.
You work hard, you like American beer and pussy!
Fuck, yeah! And they laugh at you for it.
They punish you, humiliate you! Yeah.
They call you impotent.
Samantha Bee, Rachel Maddow--
how those fucking bitches mock you!
(whimpering) Yeah.
Listen. Here's your chance, Gary.
Today is your chance to stick it
right in their fucking eyes. Uh-huh.
To step into the voters box... Mm-hmm.
and pull the lever for "go fuck yourselves." Yeah.
It might be the last chance you ever get, so I ask you...
(whimpering)
...what is that worth to you?
What would you give for the chance to do that?
How humiliated are you?
(weakly): Yeah. Yeah.
(crying)
(grunts)
(screams)
Give me the saw.
(breathing unsteadily)
(crying)
(grunting)
(groans)
(gasps)
(crying)
(grunting, crying)
(yelling)
Are you gonna watch?
If you don't mind.
(muffled): One... two...
three!
(screaming)
(screaming continues)