The Ungodly

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[siren wailing]

[distant barking]

[thump]

[woman screams]

No!

[groaning]

[woman groans]

(man)

Dont f***ing

leave me!

[groans]

Dont f***ing.

Dont--

[thump]

Did you take the

cross off that's been

up since you were a kid?

Put up this

sick sh*t?

Go away, Ma.

Don't "go away" me.

This is my house.

Ginos on the phone.

Gimme that.

You got me worried.

You're running

the streets all

hours again.

I'm not--It's not

what you think, Ma.

Come sit downstairs

with me and watch TV.

I don't watch TV.

Since when?.

I'm a film

maker, Ma.

Oh, is that what they

call the unemployed

these days?.

Thank you.

A film maker.

I'll be downstairs

making some tea.

It was him.

What?.

I followed him

for hours.

You sure?.

Gino, listen.

I filmed him

kill somebody.

I--I gotta

see the tapes.

You gotta make copies.

Christ, Mick, what

are you gonna do?.

Mick, what are

you gonna do?

Meet him.

Thanks for coming.

Uh, and you're

probably, uh,

wondering

what I want.

Can I have a cigarette.

Oh, l--

Yeah, sure.

Um, I only

have lights.

I know you--

I know you only

smoke reds.

So, what do you

want from me?.

I'm a film maker.

I wanna do this,

uh, documentary

about, about you.

About what you do.

How'd you find me?.

I mean, what are you

gonna do what with me?.

A documentary.

And if l

don't agree?.

I'll send the tape

to the Police.

But if you do,

I won't release it.

You know, until or

if you're caught.

Look.

Children.

Digging holes.

Fathers watching

their children.

But who watches

the mothers?.

Do you, um,

do you like

children?.

I like mothers better.

So, why should

I believe you?.

I wanna do

this documentary.

Serial killers,

you know, when

they're caught

the media, you know,

they portray them as--

[muffled voices]

monsters, animals.

I wanna show that,

you know, you're human,

and, you know, show

your thoughts and

you have feelings.

And, um,

I wanna preserve you.

What if I decide

my next victim

is you?.

I don't fit

your profile.

Hm.

That little red

light means it's

capturing me?.

Yeah. Means

its recording.

You brought

a book.

What is it?.

Blake, huh?.

You read a lot

of philosophy?.

Well, you

don't, Mickey?.

Mick.

Please, not

Mickey. Mick.

It actually was

one of my majors.

Hm, what college?.

You have

any favorites?.

Philosophers?.

You didn't bring me

here to talk philosophy.

How old were you

when you started?.

Started what?.

Six.

Six?

Can you, uh,

tell me about it?.

You never tortured

an animal?.

Me? No.

But you read

philosophy.

I don't see

the connection.

Hm.

What kind of

animal was it?.

Why don't you

take a guess, Mick?.

A dog.

No. A cat.

Very good.

How?

I stoned it

to death.

When I got older,

I nailed them

to trees.

You like hearing

about tortures,

don't you?.

No.

Yeah, you do.

No.

So, it gave you

a sense of power.

Yeah, like you behind

that camera with the

little red light

in a safe hotel room

with the door open.

You wanna hear a lot

of gruesome stories?

Is that what you want?

I can read about those

in the newspaper.

They don't print

everything,

believe me.

What's with

the eyes?.

You take your

victims eyes out.

It's your signature.

They're your

trophies, aren't they?.

Where do you

keep them?.

You know what?.

I have to go.

It's time for me

to feed my cats.

He's a sick

motherf***er.

Nobody's ever done

what I'm doing, Gino.

Yeah. You know why?.

Because it's f***ing

illegal.

Youre in over your head.

Youre lucky youve

still got a head.

Now you're acting

like an accomplice.

To what?

Read me the law.

How about accomplice

for the murder you

caught on tape?

Gino, chill out. Im

gonna turn his ass in

in a couple of days.

He could be out there

hacking people up

as we speak.

I've got the tape

and he knows it.

And he slipped up and he

knows that too because

I tracked him down.

This documentary

is gonna launch

our careers, man.

You have some better

plan to get out of

this sh*t life?.

How many days

before you turn

him in?.

Why are you

locking the door?

I always

lock my door.

But you are what people

are afraid could get in.

[meow]

No, baby,

no, no, no, no.

Come with daddy.

I know. Look what

I got for her.

Cats, huh?.

Just poured some juice.

You care for some?.

No, lm allergic.

What's the baby

jars for?.

You allergic

to juice?

Cats.

My eyes water and

my throat is sore.

Oh, uh, Joey,

say hi to Mickey.

Hiya, Mickey.

Youve been working

on this move for

almost a half hour.

You gotta make

a decision.

[door buzzer]

Mommy's here.

I wanna stay here.

T ell you what

I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna leave

this board exactly

the way it is.

I think somebody wants

an express ride

down them stairs.

[imitates engine]

Say goodbye

to Mickey.

Goodbye, Mickey.

[wood creaks]

Hey.

So, who was that?.

It's just some kid

I help out at the

hospital once in a while.

It's just rest

in peace bullshit.

An urn.

That's an urn?.

Better be.

My mother's

ashes are in there.

Your mother?.

Well, shall we begin?.

Okay, one second.

All right.

How do you choose

which ones?

Its a--

A special glow

they have.

Its as if

they choose me.

What do you mean?

[shouts]

What do I do

with the bodies?.

You're askin' me

to pull my pants

down, Mick.

I don't think

that's gonna happen.

Not tonight.

Conscience is

a sickbed.

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