Slasher (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Ill-Gotten Gains - full transcript

ANNOUNCER:
Previously on Slasher.

So I spoke to Tom Winston,
and he said he'd do it.

For a lock of my hair.

But if you revere the truth,
you'll do this for me.

You're gonna have dinner
with me.

Me and Lisa-Ann Follows.

The Lisa-Ann Follows?

You got a face for TV.

[ Gunshot ]

Hey!

[ Groans ]



[ Screaming, groaning ]

Oh! God! Ah!

Is there anything
in Trent's past,

something he might have clone?

JUNE: Trent never
imagined that--

VAUGHN: What?

VAUGHN: Ariel wouldn't make it?
That she'd just disappear?

Have you seen her?
My daughter?

Shit!

What?

SARAH: June was
with Trent that night.

What the hell's going on, Chief?

June. Her life is in danger,
so I'm bringing her in.

I want every available officer
to search downtown.



You find June Henry,
and you bring her back here

right away.

[ Gasps, struggles ]

- You're saying it's not fine.
- I know, but--

You know what my thing is.

[ Laughs ]
I know what you think.

Debbie, you know, as long as
you're happy with your camera,

it's all good,

but then I get to take you home,
so you make me happy, so,

Mm. Yeah.
[ Laughs ]

Oh, listen to me again.

You done with the pics?

Well, I just--
I wanna get a new lens.

-'Cause this one, it's not--
- I wanna take you home.

I know. Just, look,
I don't know...

I know, it...

- As long as I, you know-
- Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, I thought you already
had a picture or 20

of a ruffed grouse.

Well, this isn't a ruffed
grouse, Debbie,

this is a sharp-tailed grouse.

And there's a difference?

[ Chuckles ]
The tail.

Sharp-tailed?

I don't know why I ever bought
that book on birds for you.

You never read it.

Is this one in your bird book?

Huh?

- Come on.
- Come on.

Look, I-- I read your...
lovely...

[ Kisses ]
[ Chuckles ]

...bird book, you know,
but I can't remember

every single name.

You have to, though.

If you love me, you'll remember
every bird in the world.

[ Growls playfully ]

[ Dog barks ]

- Where's Milo?
- Oh.

- Where's the dog?
- Milo!

[ Sighs ]

Oh, let's just go get him
before some farmer

shoots the little bugger.

- Fine.
- He does this all the time.

- Then I get to take you home.
- Then you get to take me home.

Milo, where are you?

Hey. There he is.

- Milo! Come here! Now!
- Jesus!

What did he get into this time?

[ Gasps ]
Oh, God.

What is...?
[ Screams ]

[ Rodent squeaking ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm doing okay.

WOMAN: I don't know...

Should we go say hi?

I don't know. He seems...

- He seems pretty overwhelmed.
- Yeah. I can't even imagine.

- Hey, Dylan.
- DYLAN: Hey.

- Hi. How are you?
- Good.

- Sarah.
- Hi.

- Thank you for coming.
- Of course.

- Quite a turn out, huh?
- DYLAN: Hmm.

- Yeah .
- Yeah .

We're confident we'll find him.

How's Cam?

He's hanging in there. You know,
he's worried, obviously.

Then, again, we're all worried.

Believe you me,

the big man upstairs
has heard an earful

from this guy.

I, um-- Honey, could you go
get us some coffee?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Listen, about last night...

Yeah. Cam was upset.
And scared.

He-- he didn't mean
a word of it.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hm.

I move back to town,
and everyone starts dying?

Sarah, no one blames you
for that.

You're one of Cam's
oldest friends

and right now, he needs you.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

MAN: So sorry...

WOMAN: Nice to see you.

[ Chatter ]

Excuse me.

Cam, can I talk to you outside?

Why?

Just come with me. All right?
Come with me, please. Come on.

[ Door closes ]

No!

[ Sobs ]

[ Waves gently crashing ]

[ Bird squawks ]

June was lying out,
exposed to the elements,

but the cause of death
was most likely

respiratory failure.

Respiratory failure?

The IV, it administered
a paralytic.

June's tox screens will identify
which one.

Did she suffer?

Uh, death wasn't instantaneous.

[ Sighs ]

I wanna see her.

I have to warn you, uh,

June suffered a variety
of wounds.

Insect stings, animal bites.

Cam...

Son, please.

Why don't you let me do this?

I wanna see what he did to her.

[ Sniffs ]
CAM: It's her.

That's my June.

- Okay, son, why don't we...
- Just shut up.

Cam...

Would you just shut up?

Alan. Alan. Why don't we wait
for him outside?

[ Cam panting ]

LISA-ANN: A picture-postcard
small town.

A series of bloody murders.

One more gruesome than the next.

Is this the latest
Hollywood blockbuster?

No, this is reality
for the citizens of Waterbury.

I'm coming to you live
on location

with two journalists
who are living this nightmare.

Dylan Bennett, the fearless
editor-in-chief

of the Waterbury Bulletin

and its publisher,
Alison Sutherland.

Thank you for welcoming me
to your town.

Thank you for having us.

Now, this latest victim,
June Henry,

she was the wife
of a police deputy?

Yes, and she was
having an affair

with our fourth victim,
Trent McBride.

LISA-ANN: Is the husband
a suspect?

- No.
- Why not?

You see, Lisa-Ann, these
were not crimes of passion.

All the victims have a deep,
dark secret in their past.

And these secrets are based

on one of the deadly sins,
am I right?

Yes. That is the working theory.

Well, then, would you say
that this killer is a vigilante?

Cleaning up your town?

Uh, um-hm...

You see, I'm a big believer
in justice.

I'm a journalist. Our job
is to expose the truth.

I don't agree
that anybody can...

[ Sighs ]

DYLAN: ...but these are
also, in fact...

- DYLAN: ...crimes...
- He's a natural.

- DYLAN: ...and whether or not...
- Yeah.

DYLAN: ...the victims
deserved the punishment...

- He sure is.
-...society can't function.

Imagine a scenario
where every crime

that's committed against me,
for example,

I go out,
and I commit an equally

or-- or-- or worse,
in fact, crime.

DYLAN: And whether or not
the victims deserved it--

You know what?
I'm gonna get some air.

Need some air?

- DYLAN: ...criminal acts
are given...

- DYLAN: ...a carte blanche--
- Yeah.

Excuse me.

- DYLAN: ...on occasion...
- Sure.

DYLAN: ...the criminal justice
system may or may not

get it right.

[ Door buzzes open ]

[ Fastening handcuffs ]

[ Door shuts ]

Is there any news?
Did they reply?

"Hey, Alan, how was your day?
What's that?

You spent it consoling your son

after his wife
was found in a field

half-eaten by wild animals
and a Shepherd mix?

Well, that's shitty."

Okay!

It's wonderful
to see you again, Alan.

Better?

[ Chains rattling ]

This doesn't change anything.

[ Strikes table ]

I'd like to go back
to my cell now.

[ Door buzzes open ]

[ Chains rattling ]

[ Sighs ]

Okay, you're-- Sorry--

your standing
this close to me,

it's actually making me hotter.

Your makeup's running
into your eyes.

I know. I can--
I can feel them stinging.

Thank you.

-[ Clears throat ]
- Are you okay?

Never been better.

You can talk, you know,
when she asks us questions.

Oh, I would, but you're kinda
sucking all the oxygen

out of the room.

Dylan, you are doing great.
The camera adores you.

Just keep doing
what you're doing.

Okay, thanks.

[ Sighs ]

What, we're back in five.
You wanna do something?

Your job, maybe?

[ Sighs ]

Alan was working the room
like he was running for office.

It was bizarre.

Okay, so...

Alan finds out that June and
Trent are cuckolding his son,

and he kills them.

Maybe, but...

you know, they were
both guilty of sloth, so...

Unless Alan's using the seven
deadly sins as a cover,

but...

then why would he kill
my grandmother and Justin?

Yeah, right, why would
a Christian zealot wanna

kill a gay Muslim?

And Verna McBride?
I mean--

Oh, I wanted to kill
Verna McBride.

Many times.

No, wait. Alan lives with Cam.

The police went through that
house top to bottom.

They would've found something.

What about Alan's other house?

Need a ride?

[ Door closes ]

No.

I'm fine.
I'll see you tomorrow.

[ Crickets chirping ]

What if-- What if Alan
catches us here?

I don't know-- We...

tell him we're praying
for loved ones

or... lighting a candle.

Whatever it is people do here.
Stop worrying.

Me? Stop worrying?

I had an ulcer by the time
I was 10 years old.

- Go, go, go. Go, go, go.
- What are you doing?

ROBIN: Sarah, I don't think
anything's in here.

I think we should go.

Robin, please.
Just-- just look.

We're wasting our time.

[ Drawer squeaks ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Drawer squeaks ]

Sorry.

Robin?

What?

What is that?

I think it's the murder kit.

[ Phone chimes ]

[ Birds chirping ]

I-- I kept telling June
we should...

you know, get one of those,
cup things, but...

she said they were bad
for the environment, so...

You're stuck with my swamp mud.

You're not here for the coffee.

How well does your dad
know Tom Winston?

Why?

He's his religious counselor.

Why don't you get
to your point, Sarah?

What if Tom's behind
the killings?

He's orchestrating them
from behind bars?

Having someone...

carry them out?

[ Birds chirping ]

Found a--

a murder kit
in your dad's office.

Had... rope and handcuffs
and weapons.

Hm.

Just, I know this is
the last thing

you wanna hear,
but, you know, just...

take a step back, okay?
Everyone's a suspect.

Yeah. Yeah, they are.

Including you, Sarah.

Come on.

Your parents are murdered
by a religious zealot.

You move back to town,
into the exact same house,

and the killings start
all over again?

Day after you return?

Qr, hey...

Maybe Dylan's the killer.

Hm?

I mean, why would
a big city journalist

move back to this
podunk backwater?

And don't say so he could be
the editor of that bullshit rag.

Huh?

He's back here and suddenly
the killings start

all over again and...

[ Slams hand ]

Why, he's sitting on the biggest
news story in the country.

All right, well, maybe
you're the killer, Cam.

Your wife was cheating on you,
so you kill her

and her lover, horribly,
brutally.

Yeah.

Yeah. Maybe it's me.

Your dad is hiding something.

Yeah.

Dylan is too.

I'll bet my life on it.

Hello, hello.

[ Phone ringing ]

Hey, there.

A little jolt of caffeine
to start your morning. Voila.

My morning started
three hours ago.

Okay-

I may have taken a couple of
acting classes in university.

I'm pretty comfortable
in front of the camera.

What, are you saying I'm not?

Yeah. That's what I'm saying.

Finally, some truth out of you.
I wasn't un-- uncomfortable.

I- I- I bombed.

Yeah. Yeah.
Big, big huge bomb.

Listen, I can help you out.
Okay?

I can give you some pointers
if you want. We can...

What? Why would you do that?

Because we're partners.
We work together.

Oh, right. Okay,

DYLAN: A little newspaper
called The Bulletin.

You get to be charming
and telegenic and famous

while I... do all the grunt work
and dig up the actual news.

That's-- that's-- that's fair.

Why? Did you find something?

Thanks for the latte.

Alison?

I'm sure you've got a ton
of fan mail to get to.

Okay, listen. I just did my job
last night. Okay?

And I'm trying to do my job
right now.

You're the one who crashed
and burned, not me.

So... as the editor-in-chief,
if you found something,

I need to know.

Go ahead.

Tell me you are not trying
to hack into

June's text messages.

Uh, I am trying to,
and I am failing.

Good. Good.

I'm glad you're failing,

because it's unethical,
and it's very illegal.

Okay, if you have a problem
with it, then--

then you cover
the jazz cruise.

I hear the boat departs
from the Main Street marina

-...at noon.
- They could shut us down.

They could--
they could throw us in jail.

Yeah, and we could also find
all those sweet nothings

that June and Trent blasted
to each other

-across the ether.
- No, no, no, no.

Imagine what Lisa-Ann
would give for a little sex

to go with all those
blood and guts.

The woman would crucify us.

I have never named a source.
I'm not about to start now.

You've tried
all the obvious passwords?

Hello, Sarah.

Taken far too long to drop by
and check out your gallery.

Wow.

You've really transformed
the place.

Thank you.

So.

An old woman goes to confession
and she says to her priest,

"Father,

I've spoken ill of my neighbor,
and I seek forgiveness."

"Go find a chicken," he says.

"And pluck out all the feathers
and drop them around town.

That is your penance."

She does as she's told.

But she doesn't feel any better
so she goes back to the priest.

And he says,

"Now go around and retrieve
all the feathers."

And she says,
"Father, how can I?

They've been scattered
to the winds."

And the priest smiles...

and he says,

"Just like your words.

What you throw out
can never be taken back."

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, you can start
by not upsetting my son.

I could go to Chief Vaughn
with what you've done.

Then, why don't you?

You're jumping
to conclusions here.

Am I?

And you should be careful.

I will.

Now, thanks for stopping by.

You know, your parents,
they were quite naive.

They thought
they were invincible.

I would hate to see history
repeat itself.

This one has to be my favorite.

"I want all of it, Trent.

I want the fights
and the makeups.

I want the kisses good night
and the waking up

the next morning
in your strong arms.

I wanna walk along the beach
with you at Catherine Cove,

the sand between our toes
just you and me,

[ Laughs ]
and the sunset.

I wanna kiss you
and call you 'baby'.

That's what I want, Trent.
With you."

She sounds like an oxygen
deprived teenager.

How... did you get these?
They are gold.

Uh, they were e-mailed to us.

We can't reveal our source,
obviously.

Yeah.

Was it June's husband?

[ Chuckles ]

Or one of Trent's
ex-girlfriends?

We could bring her on the show,
add a little "zhuzh".

Like I said, we can't reveal
our source.

You understand.

All right, well, tonight,
our focus is sex, sex, sex.

Are you okay with that, Dylan?

DYLAN: Yeah, um,
that is the story.

Uh, right?
Alison, you want to--?

Of course, of course.
I mean, if we can...

...publish it,
we can talk about it.

Actually, it might be better
if we just focus on one of you.

I mean, it's easier
for our audience.

You know, keeps their attention.
You understand what I'm saying.

Yeah, I mean, but Alison
is the face of The Bulletin.

Yeah, but The Bulletin will
still get a prominent

display in the chyron.

Well, it's, um, it's your show.

So if that's what you think
is best, then--

Great. I knew you'd understand.

Yeah, but wait.

Um, the texts are salacious,
absolutely, but I,

you know, I feel like
it's really a love story

between a man and a woman.

Now, I can give
the male perspective,

and I think Alison would be
great giving the, uh, female...

-...point of view.
- Well, let me think on it.

I hear what you're saying.

Great work today.
See you tonight.

It'll be fine.

Hey, hon.

Those texts were personal,
not news.

Sarah, I--

Did you think about Cam?

Did you think about
what it'll be like for him

when the whole town
reads this crap?

Listen, I report the news,
good or bad.

You know that.

I do now.

"Making love to Cam is like
going for a bad massage.

A lot of touching,
a lot of squeezing,

and you end up feeling sore
and kind of embarrassed."

Ouch.

And you're telling me Cam Henry
is not a suspect?

Cam Henry is a respected member

of the Waterbury
Police Department.

John Wayne Gacy dressed up
as a clown

and performed at children's
birthday parties.

Means nada.

Does this look bad
for Sergeant Henry?

Absolutely.

But we have to remember,
Lisa-Ann,

these murders are motivated

by the seven deadly sins,
and last time I checked,

screwing around on your husband
is not one of them.

Lust is.

Yep, but given how Trent
McBride and June Henry

were murdered, coupled with

the fact that they shirked off
their responsibility

in protecting Ariel Peterson...

LISA-ANN: Lust, sloth,
why can't it be both?

Kill two birds with one stone.

Except... he enjoys
killing people.

No, really? He does?

Knock me out with a feather.

I think what Alison's trying
to say is that...

The Executioner's not concerned
with being economical..

with his killings.

LISA-ANN: Well, that brings up
the key question I have.

What does this killer want?

Why is he doing this?
Thoughts?

DYLAN: Well, I feel like
the religious nature

of these crimes
can't be ignored.

"My God is a vengeful God."

LISA-ANN: Jesus also says,
"Turn the other cheek."

In the New Testament.

But I feel like this killer...

LISA-ANN: Very good point,
Dylan. People forget,

there are two sides
to Christianity...

Why don't we ask
The Executioner himself?

Serial killers...

write to newspapers
all the time.

Uh, The Son of Sam, BTK,
The Zodiac.

If The Executioner
has a message,

then please talk to me.

Let me interview you.
One on one.

We'll be right back to talk more
about the religious aspects

of these terrible crimes.

[ Show outro music plays ]

MAN: And we're clear, everybody.

Alison, this guy's
not done killing.

He has three more to go:
pride, lust, greed,

and call me crazy, but
throwing yourself to the lions

does seem a little prideful.

Are you concerned,
or are you just jealous

that you didn't think
of it first?

Jealous?

He's a cold-blooded killer.

He is.

And] uh!

That'll make for an incredible
interview, won't it?

[ Sighs ]

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Dog growls ]

DISTORTED VOICE: Alison.

Alison.

1 Gasps 1

DISTORTED VOICE: Open it.

[ Birds chirping ]

They're stored in Evidence.

I understand. I'm not asking
for the originals,

just some copies.

Why?

So you can watch dear old Mom
screw a bunch of strangers?

I gave those tapes to you
in good faith.

I found them in my house.

My hands are tied.

You know, you're not the boss
of this town, Chief Vaughn.

And you're not Nancy Drew.

You're a failed artist
who's stuck in a small town

who can't even sell other
people's art work.

That's who you are, Sarah.

[ Office chatter ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Camera beeps ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sharp noise ]
[ Flapping wings ]

[ Wind picking up ]

[ Camera beeping ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Metal door clangs ]

[ Heavy muffled breathing ]

How do I know you're--
you're really him?

[ Wind howls ]

This could be a really
sick joke.

June Henry's toxicology report

will show curare
in her system.

It's a paralytic...

and it...

left her... defenseless.

Would you like to...

confirm this
before we proceed?

I'll take your word for it.

EXECUTIONER: We all sin.

Every day of our lives, we sin.

Taking the Lord's name in vain.

That's a sin everyone commits.

However, I only kill those
who deserve to die.

Even if God himself commanded,
"Thou shalt not kill"?

Thou shalt not kill
the innocent.

My victims... were not innocent.

Does that strike a bell
with you, Alison?

Of course it does.

You're killing people.

You've made yourself
judge and jury.

I... am but a reaction
to their sins.

In fact, you and I have
much in common.

I'm sure-- I'd s-- I'm not sure
I'd agree with that.

You're a newsmaker. Hm?

Does it not perform
the duties of...

judge and jury in its own way?

We report the truth, the facts.

And nothing but the facts.

Yes.

[ Heavy breathing ]

So help you God...

[ Chuckles ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

Thank you for the interview.

You have no sins, Alison?

Nothing that weighs heavily
on your conscience?

No, nothing.

[ Heavy breathing ]

[ Door clangs ]

[ Gasps, exhales in relief ]

Verna McBride put up
quite a fight.

Trust me,

I was far more fair with her
than she was with her husband.

ALISON: Why did you cut off
her hands and feet?

The plan was to chop her up
into seven pieces.

I thought it would be poetic.
But I was interrupted.

Holy shit.

Okay, let's-- let's pump
the brakes here.

Can we confirm that that's him?

That could be anybody
in the mask.

You heard what he told me.

Stuff only The Executioner
would know.

Alison, you must have
been terrified.

[ Laughs] Well...
when he stood up at the end,

I'll admit, my bladder and brain
had a momentary disconnect.

Well, our techies should
be able to clear up

picture and sound, but...

I kinda like
the verité quality.

And I wanna build an entire
special around it.

Really? Oh. Okay. Wow.

I am putting you on a plane
to New York tomorrow.

We'll do it in our studio, we'll
bring in some big names.

Are there any journalists
or crime writers

that you are particularly
fond of?

Uh, oh, God. Okay, uh,
lemme think. Um,

Or Dylan? Anybody you can--

We'll-- we'll pipe Dylan in
from here if we need him.

Someone's gotta hold down
the fort, right?

Hey, guys, what about, uh,
going to the police?

You know? I mean, this is a
pretty major break in the case.

It is.

And they can watch it on TV
tomorrow night.

Like the rest of the world.

When we land,

I'm gonna whisk you
to my stylist.

They're gonna do hair, makeup,
wardrobe.

Which you get to keep,
so aim high.

Sarah. Pleasure to meet you,
at last.

Come in. Sit down.

I'm sorry I didn't make it to
your grandmother's memorial.

She and I go way back.

And this mess, well,
it's just a mess, isn't it?

Mr. Mayor...

And our tourism industry
is on life support.

I mean, this is way worse
than a rainy summer.

How about I just ask you what
I came here to ask you?

Ah, big city girl,
straight to the point.

Gotta love it. Shoot.

[ Sighs ]

The police found some VHS tapes
in my house,

and they admitted them
into evidence.

I'd like some copies.

Have you spoken to Chief Vaughn?

I have.

Well, if he says no,
it's a police matter.

It's out of my jurisdiction.
I'm sorry.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to...

How 'bout this for straight
to the point?

You lean on Vaughn and get me
copies of those tapes ASAP

or I tell my husband
the reporter

about your affair
with my grandmother.

I am sure Lisa-Ann Follows
would love to talk

about the sordid love life
of one of The Executioner's

victims and the mayor?

Grandpa.

[ Phone ringing ]

[ Door opening ]

Okay, order whatever you want.

Or just not the champagne.
Not from this joint.

I'll have another double.
No ice.

So...

I just watched a rough cut
of your interview...

Excuse me.

And, ugh, my dear,
for the first time in my life,

I was speechless.

Ah! Awesome.

That is great.

[ Sighs ]

Unbelievable.

[ Laughs ]

Okay. So, um...

Okay, here's something
I've been wanting to ask.

Uh-huh.

How do I translate all of this
into something bigger?

Bigger?

Well, this story's burning
bright for now,

but it won't last forever.

Hell, we're almost out of sins.

Okay. So what exactly
does bigger look like?

Look, I was born in Waterbury,
I spent most of my life here.

God, I rent the apartment
above The Bulletin

because I've sunk
all my life savings

just to keep it on life support.

I refuse to die here.

Not with this albatross
of a newspaper

wrapped around my neck.

Girl to girl?
No bullshit?

Yeah, of course.

Okay-

What you did,
with The Executioner,

balls to the wall.

But he is a pussycat.

People like me,
we have no moral code.

You can't,
not in this business.

And, honey,
underneath all of the bluster,

you're actually kind of nice.

That's not a bad thing.

- It's a good thing, really.
- Mm-hm.

You remember that
News of the World scandal

over in the UK,

where they hacked into
the phone of that

murdered girl's parents?

Of course. What about it?

Well...

let's just say they could have
learned a thing or two from me.

'Cause I was never caught.

Ariel Peterson's disappearance
was big news,

or at least for a little while,

but with no new leads,

the story started
to die a slow death.

So...

I made sure it stayed live.

Benny Peterson was
a controlling, jealous man.

Everyone knew it.

He threatened
to kill Heather and Ariel

if Heather ever left him.

All the facts pointed to him,

but there was no
smoking gun.

So I provided one.

Did the trick.
The readership shot up.

Made enough money to keep
The Bulletin afloat

for another year.

Vaughn focused
the entire investigation

on Benny Peterson,

built a compelling case
against him.

And then... Benny hung himself.

Everyone assumed the case
was solved.

Benny killed his daughter,

then he hung himself
out of guilt, but...

Heather... never bought it,
...and I, um...

LISA-ANN: What?

[ Sighs ]

Well, what if I was wrong?

What if Benny was innocent?

What if Ariel's still out there,
and whoever took her...

got away with it because of me?

LISA-ANN: What if?

What if he was guilty, and you
nudged justice along?

[ Rock music playing ]

Tell me, if you could go back,

if you could do things
differently, would you?

[ Sighs ]

Pity won't keep the lights on,
or my staff being paid.

Get this lady a drink.
Pronto!

[ Sighs ]

Sarah, my nose is really itchy.

Don't move.

[ Groans ]

It's like I have
poison ivy and...

crabs duking it out
in my left nostril.

- Can I just...?
- No.

[ Sighs ]

If you don't stop moving,

I'm gonna make you look
like a Picasso.

[ Groans ]
I can't. Sorry.

Robin...

ROBIN: What is he doing?

Sarah, come see this.

[ Engine starts ]

ROBIN: Where the hell's
he going?

[ Door opening ]

Sarah, my spidey-senses
are tingling

and telling me that we should
not be doing this.

Wanna just stay in the car?

It's okay, you know.

You don't have to be
brave for me.

I know, but I need to be
brave for Justin.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Let's do this.

Okay-

[ Door opening ]

[ Door closing ]

Which way did he go?

WOMAN: NO!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

This way...

WOMAN: Alan, please!
You're scaring me!

ALAN: Just do what I say!

Do it now!

Slow-- slow down.

WOMAN: I can't! Alan!
It's too much!

ALAN: Do it!

[ Groans ]

Father, forgive me!
For I have sinned!

[ Groans ]

[ Pants ]

Holy shit!

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Chuckles ]
Sure.

Oh, hold on.

The limo's here.

Yeah, no.
It's not a secret.

I've told everyone I'm going.

[ Chuckles ]

Hold on. Wait.

Where's the guy? Okay.

Hello? Jesus.

I don't know
what's happening.

Um, if-- if people can't watch
the special live,

I want those PVRs set, okay?
Make sure.

I've only been to New York
once before,

if you can believe it.

Yep. Years ago.

I'm sure it's changed a lot
since then.

[ Car door closes ]

EXECUTIONER: Hello, Alison.

ALISON: No! NO! No! NO!

[ Gasps, screams ]

[ Heavy breathing ]

[ Gasps, shuddering breaths ]

No. Please don't do this.

No. No!

[ WhimperS ]

You asked me the other day...

...if I had sinned.

1 Gasps 1

I-- I lied to you. I have
sinned. I am a sinner.

I did something awful,
and I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

[ Pants ]

But-- But I repent. I repent.

I swear, I'll make up for it.
I will.

I'll do anything.

Please, don't, just--
Please let me go.

Please! No! No!

Let me--!
You can't do this! No!

No!
[ Screams ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Good morning, Mrs. Bennett.

Uh, hey, Officer Sharma.

Chief Vaughn wanted me
to deliver these.

I guess courier's part
of my job description now.

Thanks!

[ Panting, sexual moans ]

[ Disco music ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Hard rock guitar ]

[ Panting, sexual moans ]

Oh, my God. Is--
Is that Tom?

So, me and the boys, pooling
our money together,

gonna spend all next year
down in the Caribbean.

I got a lead
on a 34-foot monohull.

[ Whistles ]

Figure, you know,
start in Miami,

head south from there.

Cuba, Monserrat, Hispaniola,
Santa Lucia, baby.

Come on, it's gonna be sick.

YO, Bo!

A side of mayo and some garlic
powder, por favor.

Poor man's garlic aioli!
What? What?

The hell's this?
Calamari?

Whoa!

Whatever's jammed down there
is a whole lot bigger

than an ear.

MAN: Is it Alison?

No comment.

The limo company said
she never got in their car.

She never got on her plane,

she never checked into her
hotel room in New York.

I said, "No comment."

The biblical punishment
for greed

is burning in a vat of hot oil.

This has The Executioner
written all over it.

Are you happy about this?
Is that was this is, huh?

She was your boss.
You knew her!

So you are confirming that
it was Alison Sutherland?

You're a real piece of shit.
You know that?

Maybe. But this is my story,
Vaughn.

Now, you could work with me,

and we can inform
the public together,

or I could do this on my own,
my own way. You choose.

I have the ear and the trust
of this town,

of this country.

Don't think I could say the same
for you, Vaughn!

[ Humming ]

Oh, there you are.

Can I go make you
a nice sandwich?

- I picked up some pastrami.
- No.

You sure?
You must be starving.

I'm fine.

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys jingling ]

GIRL: Itsy bitsy spider
climbed up...

Down came the rain
and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up...

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, little man.

Don't stop singing, Ariel.
It's beautiful.

Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain

So the itsy bitsy spider
climbed up the spout again